Sobriety
Sobriety Yearning for someone out of wits, The mild terror of voices heard, Shivering down the spine it was The whelming act of love. The stolen glances you don't beg to cease The uneven gasps of panic and please. Unwanted and banished words of truth... The so called embellished truth. Appalling mix of impulse and crude Defile slaughter of identity Is this supposed to devote vows? While bits of wreck, nerves and breath And, semblance at its arid loss. Remains of the day at last - Temperance at its very vast. Riddhi Chakraborty
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