You are not my love...
You are the habit
I wake up to,every morning...
You are the story
I write,bits and crumbs,everyday...
You are the scent
I carry within,every droplet...
You are all of
An impure work,of
My fiction,and,my actuality.....
You are the habit
I wake up to,every morning...
You are the story
I write,bits and crumbs,everyday...
You are the scent
I carry within,every droplet...
You are all of
An impure work,of
My fiction,and,my actuality.....
like the usage of the word 'impure'..nice one.
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