CHAPTER 13

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a honey suckled boy you are,
who runs through the grassy
fields with sharp and dew
doused earthly streams of
green, barefoot.

a dreamer who slept under
the ink black skies with the stars
and moon, you were a dreamer,
but somehow you always
forget everything.

a poet, who romanticizes even
the smallest thing, the world
is beautiful, and should be viewed
with awestruck gazes, you said
one midsummer evening.

i know everything about you
and you know everything
about
me.

yet why haven't i known
the fact that
you were
wilting
away

like a. pretty little
flower cut off
from its stem
left to
rot under
the rushing
downpour.





NOTE :

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