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Last updated on August 18, 2020

This flask contain 

essence of you and I,

bitter yet, sweet.

If you try to

stitches the open wound.

Hurt simplify

yet, you never oblige

to embrace,

My love

fearing the broken 


Published inProse & Poem

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