Vishz Embassy

Rookie (22-05-1992 / chennai)

Blue Glue...

Sweetie, there’s something I need to tell you…
Something nailed deep within me;
something that un-puzzles these riddle you put me in.
I let through a thunder, as rare as the blue loos glue.
Yet, every time the clouds of my feelings tears off to chunks..
Chunks they are of mid-mist-must… mist.... mid.....must.....
A DITCH… A wrong spell…
We’re not with each other… for now!
But babie… It’s your touch; your smell; your warmth,

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