Misfired ( Micro poetry)

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Jealousy

When I want you I want you all not in bits and pieces Never want to share traces of you with anybody at all the sun which shines on you and lights up your face takes away the moment of you facing my way the wind which blows and touches your skin steals away the moments of …

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