I would ask a day in your arms
what I have longed for so long
after those dreams at nights
and in days with eyes open

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what gravity does this darkness possess?
that my falling heart to the depth
is obsessed with

what is the kind of this exploration called?
which explores the darkness
behind the prison

what is freedom?
which my inner self longs for

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like a new bloom flower in hands of thorns

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but it shows me the smile of your spark
igniting our spilled marc
to thrive the cold night at the park
when I touched the neck of my ark
reiterating our sweet dreams of lark

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trust balances the off balance souls

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which I can never reach
and yet its my dream destination

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I would light up the sky
just to witness the Twinkle
in your eyes
and Smile on your lips

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as beckoning as hot sun setting at the shore
led me reckoning my breaths to gasps she adore

I stare at the hollowness of my stolen heart
where with her magical charms she played smart

swollen are now my eyes at the calvaries of our Love memories

she caresses the bullet at every proximity is a long kept secret

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you need beautiful orbs

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