Waiting for the sight of your existence,
which numbed the agony I held.
Leaving a vapour of ecstasy in my blood,
which became the cause of my euphoria once
A monochromatic silence,
which held a deep whisper.
The raspy chatter of secrets,
which were encased between us.
The synchronisation of our responses,
held a bond.
A bond now absorbed,
by our fates.
Those fates we never wished.
Abeerah Fatima X O
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