By Janani S V
He felt like wine and the ocean.
He felt like the sun, the stars.
He felt like home.
I was the glass and the sand,
I was the moon and planets,
I was his house while he was my home.
A home which I've grown detached to,
Une maison qui ne m'est plus destinée.
(A home that was never meant to be mine.)
By Janani S V
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