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Poetry

Caffeine

Sudharsana

I crave, I acquire, I bask,
I pull back, I reach out,
I demand.
Would you keep coming back?
If you knew I wanted you but no one.
Would you rather imitate me?
If you could not handle the intensity.

I pick, I tear, I wind,
I tighten, I loosen,
I cast aside.
If I told you I collected and boxed them,
would you let me pick you apart?
If you knew it was an act of desperation,
would you hold onto me tighter?

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