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Noun
by Nidhi Agrawal

Love blossoms

Halfway between my bosom

And your syntax.

Silence is penetrated by the

Whistling sounds of our

Adjectives

We talk about philosophies and

I track your subject-verb agreement errors

You know it’s my reflex action.

 

I like how you smirk

When I let you win

My mouth lingers on your mind

Asking for more,

Being voracious is okay right?

 

Your letters burst into

The stream of my slopes and curves.

I don’t want you to

Subjugate to my verb,

You are my noun.

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