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Sep 4
He loves me—
in midnight flares
in hungry words
in sudden cares.

But daylight comes
and he is gone—
a ghost in text
a heart withdrawn.

I hold his "love"
like fading light,
warm for a breath,
then lost to night.
Vishaka
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Vishaka
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