Love
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Category : Poems
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When I woke up, all my eyes craved was to
have a Glimpse of you, which unfortunately
I lacked in and hurt self.
If I had been the priority of you, I wouldn't
be that hurt to say you to accept me as your
first and last cup of Cuppa.
As cold as an Ice,
Melting in slice.
Would you be my paracetamol,
For my suffering emotional soul.
