Saju Abraham
Memories of her rise
Like blood on jagged glass
Each time it brushed
A fresh drop trickled down
Currents of agony strike
Leaving me in constant pain
Walking me up of my numbed state
Do I want free from it?
Don’t I wish to run my hand
Over the jagged ends of glass
To feel that feeling again and again
Love boxes you in that feeling
But lost take love takes you to a treasure
A treasure you want never put down
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