Stop (Don’t Stop)

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We must stop meeting like this,

people will talk,

and I need some sleep.

You come to me in the night like the subtle scent of cinnamon

stirring my heart like a roiling soup.

Stop.

Don’t stop.

 

 

poems, Rani

 

 

 

 

 

 

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