Gift of eros
Away from the crowd
Someone I've found
Who was always around
Still stayed underground.
Like shaggy has his dog
Winters incomplete without fog
I'm fractional without my frog
Like an act of monologue.
From despise to desire
Thread of an intimate wire
You before me became prior
The tale I love to admire.
-Prachi
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