There are days I…. Dream of finding you In the midst of familiar faces In the hue of broken images At the crossroads Of passion and craze Of heart and soul There are days... I behave like a klepto A jambazi Stealing glances Of your beauty That’s charming Mesmerizing There are days I… I look at you And all I can do is whisper Thanksgiving to the one who Breathed life to you Coz you are absolutely High dropped gorgeous ( inspired by mambobyad )
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