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    • Mar 11
    • 1 min read

At Night

By Rhea


At night I skip between lovers

From the one with the puppy dog eyes,

To the one who isn’t afraid to bite my ear


The one who laughs at the silliest of things

And the one who broods for a living



The freckled simpleton who brews a pot of tea

To the charmer who discusses political views with me

The one who puts on a frustrating front,

But secretly smiles behind my back

And the one with the ring in his pocket,

The one I might never get


We torment each other and form everlasting bonds

We’re lovers and it couldn’t get any better.


By Rhea





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