“Even the shimmering face isn’t hiding away your despair. I can decipher through your almond eyes the reason behind your kill joy. The black heads that gather at the top of your nose moan at your agony. Your half hearted smile that flash your perfect teeth fail to reach your eyes. Your twitched lips or narrowed brows snicker to get my perpetual heart beating. Your forlorn demeanor intensify when your eyes meet mine in frenzy. Judging the ray of awareness in me, you hunch down to same posture as before. Your honey colored hair tantalising me cover your face that renders me speechless. I am in a glory of torment that either makes me crave or hallucinate you. The love that is at the tip of my tongue unequivocally paves away to your heart. Our symphony isn’t in our numbered stares ; it is in our heart beats that fluctuate to get incognito. “
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