I write these hyphenated words to convey degrees of emotions. Some don't even exist in the dictionaries of english. They see to come alive, like your thoughts do. It surprises me that for someone who has never passed me by, whose fragrance is unknown to my mind can spin such fanciul imagery.
What could this be called, i would not call this poetry. It is at best a barrage of words strung together and spaced in carriage writtens, after being scribbled on some application on an android phone by a guy in mumbai.
How does it even translate to being a poem.lf love. It seems at best to be a perversion of what i would deem Sacrosanct. But here it is.
My ardent exclaiming of being smitten.
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