Habitual of missing you
Even in deep sleep
Show up now
Hold my hand
lyophilize my spirits
My spirits are unconscious.
I developed cataract.
While keeping my eyes wide open.
Searching your ways of arrival.
Come and moisten
my eyes.
Get me back to life.
I am in a love induced coma.
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