Sundays are for the things you love. For a dip within yourself. For the memories that made you And specially the ones that moulded you. Sundays are for you To love yourself, unwind yourself To scatter the pieces of you Carelessly, mindlessly. Sundays are for the pajamas, Messy hair, bad breath, For strewing things around… Continue reading For SundaysOriginal link
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