He created your memory.



Puffing another joint,

With the whiskey sipped lips,

With my sight keen on you.

On your laugh, on your dance,

Keen on your chit chats with your friends. 

Smiling whenever you say about me to them.

Boasting all your pictures that I took,

That’s when your friend said, “he created your memories.”

Little did he know that you are all my memory. 

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