My seven sisters,
Cousin,
And I am asleep
Thinking that this is heaven.
When,
One of them
In her urge to
Wake me up...
And I become
That fierce fighter,
Fighting love
Till I consider not.
To hold her neck,
And she beckons,
Till I respite
This childhood infatuation.
After all the effects of
Being grown up.
And never go back
To childhood slumber.
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