Lying so close
With no sheets of fear
With no pillows of worry
Parched lips and shattered bodies
Offering one another, the naked souls
Accepting the flaws, and all of them
Your ink spilled fingers, imprinting poems on my soul
Kissing you and drawing everything you once scribbled
And here we ended up,
Just you and me
And the vacuum of love in between. - Mahrukh
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