Unravelled His grip was getting stronger, Her nights were getting longer, They wouldn't say a word when they saw each other, They couldn't say a word lest they should remember, Each smile, each frown, each cry remained unsurfaced, Each night, each morn, neither found desire's purpose. Yet still his arm clung, clings onto her, desperate Her body was, is left breathing but breathless, As the stars cover their infant eyes, And the#moonswallows the wanting skies, Their own candles willingly lose light, And their oneness becomes defined by the night.
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