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I kept him

In my brown I eyes, I kept him alive,

There is no stereotype between him and I.

I just wanna ask him, why is life so exhausting without you?

There is no love so divinely like his,

When I stare at the photographs,

I miss all those memories!

Where are you now, can you come a little closer to me?

Can I see you in those blossom across the street?

But if you wear my favourite pair of denim,

Maybe, I could uncover you with my love.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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