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Bitter love
May 31, 2018
Each morning
I hear you rummaging near my bedside
And the crackling of my medicine wrappers
Wakes me up.
You do it every day
With clockwork precision
And I always look at you bleary eyed
A little irked
For starting my day with
The thought of bitter medicine.
But on days when you are away
It is the same crackling which I miss.
Your love comes to me
Wrapped in the metallic covering of my bitter pills!
Anshu, 28 May 2016
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