Illecebrous essence 

Being entrapped in your

illecebrous essence

Such manner,

No matter how hard,

I try to escape,

I end up writing about you.

Perhaps, you live in my words.


By Shreya Sharma

I read poems. Sometimes I write poems. And when I am doing nothing, I am sipping coffee.


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