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Look at how the air fills with petrichor,
As we drop our clothes to the insouciant floor
and step into the realm of each other's soul
The smile fading from your lips
And the words slipping away from mine...

Look at how we enrapt ourselves
To the moonlight flooding on dusty bookshelves
Lost in vague imaginations of the past
Silence stills, as love evokes
And pretentious facades corrode like rust

Look at how we see beyond sight
The way your hands explore black and white
The dampened breaths that crave to speak
Untold stories, refuse to seep

From blood to bones,
And bones to soul
Look at how we make love to all.


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