Friday, November 1, 2019

Parcel to go

Pack me a bottle of petrichor to go
Like all the goodies you've stuffed into my bag.
Pack me a cassette of your morning chatter
Like all the letters you've sneaked into my purse
Pack me a painting of the hill station view
Like all the love you give me u conditionally.
Pack me a piece of home
Because it's time to go be an grown-up again. 

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