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Your caresses seem to be some kind of ecstacy that floats me more than anything.

Hyderabad: 27 February 2022: I look at you and I feel both aching and safe. Your presence is kinda like the closest thing to a daylight. Your caresses seem to be some kind of ecstacy that floats me more than anything. Your eyes is a constellation of uncertainties that I keep on staring at late night. Your lips are fresh leaves, as to your kiss and cuddles, they remind me of a self harm I'm fine doing.
How could that be, that in our infidelities, I found sanities I thought I'd already lost. That in your absence, comes hundreds of sunsets and unheard takeaways. In promises and unsaid things, begets dried flowers and slightly burned photographs I keep inside a very old favorite novel. Missing you is kinda like breathing to me. But just one hello, one text, just one knock on any of my doors, and everything to me seems like stars falling at time lapse.
I'm not sure if my ribs are so crushed, or if I'm just so faded. How could graveyards be synonymous to cathedrals, that every time we happened and every time we say things and bid farewells, I crave for more and more. No matter how many times you love and break me, I don't know how it will always be you.

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