After all these days and nights
still so crisp and brisk…
affairs of the heart.
Every time I breathe
I daydream.
If not for your aromatic hands
I would have resigned for this long wait.
After all these days and nights
still so crisp and brisk…
affairs of the heart.
Every time I breathe
I daydream.
If not for your aromatic hands
I would have resigned for this long wait.
Trash of Pi 
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