
famished is my mouth
to taste your lingering thoughts
about me
thoughts
which bring purity
to the soul which burns inside
a touch of you from the outside
patience is an antique key
old but golden wraps me
awaiting to know thy hunger
together which grows to be a fruitful tree
by
Kritika
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