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Is it about the way you brush your fingers against mine
Is it the way your touch sending shivers down my spine
Is it the way you caress my face
Or tug my hair behind my ear
Is it the words you whisper in my ears
Your warm cinnamon essence breath against mine
Or is it the gentle touch on my lip
Or the way our fingers intertwine
After all you do
I would still say it was
The way you touched my soul
The way you held my gaze
Our eyes spoke of eternity and beyond
That was the moment I knew you were mine
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Fragments
PoetryFor there are fragments of you obscured in my poetries Remains of you suspended in my silence Words that mean different things to different people... Just fragments of my thoughts compiled.
