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A mediocre

You're enjoying I'm creating Neither hundred percent Nor the hundredth of whole Only like a mediocre of You and me. As long as I'm writing My poem bridges the gap Even though a single Atom of us.

When lips met

When lips met
I feel beating retreat
sitting on back seat
with my increasing heart beat.

When lips meet
sitting on front seat
we feel bittersweet
because love is incomplete.

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