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Can I put white curtains or will it be black like your core,

am I allowed to be mine before I could be yours?

I want serenity in my life, with you or without.

I haven’t dreamt about people to visit,

I won’t call you home.

I am terrible when it comes to choices,

you’re still the only option I got.

I can’t pluck myself out of your garden,

so will you water me or not?

Helpless I felt when they said I was yours,

becoming mine entirely in a slow process was what I desired.

Do you have an empty room for me,

or should I just sleep on the floor?

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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