Thorns
will not
stop me
from kissing
my flower...
Soft,its petals,
sweet its nectar...
What the fuck
do I care,
if I die of
a thorn prick,
as long as I
get to love
my only flower...
Anirban Kapil Baishya(16/5/2007)
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