Poem Recitation - English
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
Indian (General)Transcript
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the last time I wasn't in Love by Coffey A. Sharma. There is a man I know. He rubs morning sun into my eyes and comes running home at three in the afternoon to make chocolate dipped marsh medals. They're Ardis. He leaves random books at my doorstep and rains and rains till tired. He sits there to read payment. Atta me, him and moving cars. On Mondays he calls me twice a day for Tuesday's are spent reading points he leaves behind in the fruitless food basket. Wednesdays are spent in two different rooms, but he text me at exactly 98 PM saying Dinner ready. I see him taking long walks through my half shut door. The winds bring a slice. Mild my fees. On Thursdays, we light a candle in the nearby temple, but he doesn't fold his hands in prayer. Every Friday, though, may watch the movie that released a week back and hold hands a little tight. Saturday is as spent laying the house, but he refuses to cook, so we ordered Chinese and watch daily soups on repeat mood till exas turd. We look at each other and retired to bed for the noisy night on Sundays, We talk. There are things we say and doomed. But most of the day is spent discussing the week that went by my legs on his plea with his two while he runs his fingers through my hair in a slew gradual mint, If you ask me, I don't remember the last time I wasn't in love.