t e a r s

i drip
drop
by drop,

into
an oblivious
puddle,

the end
is not
what defines me,

its the contour
of your
cheek,

and the stubbornness
of my not
wanting to leave,

that hallowed
sacred
lonely place,

which eventually
brings me
my illreputed fame.

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Vidur
17Jun17