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I don’t want to be a place,

where you could come along with your sorrow,

Trying to recover from the trouble bestowed.

Holding my hands with your warm hands,

As the flames within you won’t extinguish by my soul.

I want you to call me home, not some lodge you go.

You outrage I couldn’t calm, as mine is detrimental,

someday I am glaze, someday I become fire.

Every day I am your lover!

I don’t wanna be a place, you come just to freshen up,

I prefer to be your home, where you settle.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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