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Dust

By Kriti Arora


Your lips are made of dust.

They crumble

When I kiss you.

The rest of you is glass

You shatter 

Into a million pieces

When I touch you.

But then

I pick you up,

And patch you up.

To build something 

More beautiful 

Than your previous self.

Because you, my love

Aren’t broken.

You’re mended with lacquer

And flakes of gold.

Whole as you are,

Complete unto yourself.


By Kriti Arora


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