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Gleaming Fool

By Sahana D S


You're my Romeo,

But I'm not your Juliet.

You were my sun

and I was nothing but your Icarus.

Excruciating tears sluggishly roll of my cheeks 

and words flow out of my pen when I think of you.

For I instantaneously pick you in a field of sunflowers. 

I'd pick you over the world. 

And you would rather 

pick your nose than pick me


By Sahana D S.


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