Sometimes we dunk biscuit in a cup a tea for few extra seconds in the desire to get better flavour, But biscuit goes soggy and breaks inside the tea and then we regret our greed for better flavour has ruined everything.
Some people in our life are like this, we shouldn't be with them more than they deserve, else we'll regret "why didn't I swerve?"
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lutalica [2018]
PoetryLutalica, (n) the part of your identity that doesn't fit into categories. Only word that perfectly defines me. Here, I am presenting a tapestry of poetry that I embroidered with the thread of metaphor.
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