The other day I met someone
with your name
and all those suppressed emotions,
and disparage thoughts
came rummaging
through my bellowing chest,
escaping my vulnerable eyes,
displaying many shades of hue,
some turquoise,
few cerulean and
some blue,
exposing me to a point
where I was naked
my wounds afresh
and I stood there helpless
drenched in your sweet pain

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