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I did’t get kissed for!

I wrote for you
and you kissed my fingers

Aside from Facebook
twitter or wtsapp
you mooned thru my words
and u kissed my fingers

for the words
to rent out in letters
I talked with moon
inspired from its ablaze silver
I painted a love in letter
and u kissed my finger

when a silence groomed
letters expired
my words expired
we talked abt nothing
you didn’t asked love letter
and I didn’t get kissed for



The one, who is keen to bake different recipe of writing.

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