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My love,
us meeting
was not a coincidence.
When I stumbled upon you,
it was that blinding smile,
that drew me to you.
The way you looked at
me, moved heavens.
And when your lips moulded
mine, it was a pinch
of poetry in a world full
of sins.
YOU ARE READING
M e r a k i
Poetry"Even the devil quivered in fear when she unleashed her own demons."
