His Color

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His color wasn’t something I had seen before,
it was unique and enrapturing in a way that,
I have always wanted to blend his into mine,
to unify into something pure and nameless.

(I am sorry for not being active and reading your blogs. I have really missed being here, but I guess, I am catching up slowly and slowly. Thank you for reading and staying even when I was gone. I hope I was missed a bit.) 

Kritika Vashist