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Wanderlust You !

The lines on a map trace out, Like pronoia seeps in veins under my skin, You bit me with your forget-me-not hazel eyes And now I'm poisoned with constellations, It makes sense though. Where you are, Is where every road in my body leads to. P.S - I am sorry to every one of you, really finding it hard to be in sync with corporate life and blogger life.