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Singularity

poem for who's mine

#life #people 1 min read

I am tired of turning my head
When I look at you,
In the presence of lingering eyes.

Let's just go, you and me,
To a secluded bubble of our own
Where I could content myself,
By staring at your glimmering eyes
And morning smile.
Without being afraid,
Without control.

That I can be myself
To embrace your warm skin,
Your smooth face and long fingers.
No mortal being could interrupt;
A singular moment of the singularity that took place next.


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