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Jan 2018
Lay your soul bare,
Die burning in the fire of our demons each night,
Be born with me again each morning,
Let me walk your darkest path,
Dive deep into the ocean of uncertain and let your soul take a bath.

Talk to me in riddles and metaphors,
Talk to me about the universe and the stars,
Talk to me in the loudest of silences and the calmest of screams,
Talk to me like you do in all of my dreams.
Talk to me like I’m the only familiar face in a room full of strangers,
Talk to me like I’m the thin piece of rope pulling you away from all your dangers.

It’s true that it’s difficult for two souls to meet which were always apart,
But I promise you, talk to me and you will have my heart.
Abhra Paul
Written by
Abhra Paul  19/M/India
     jza aguilar and Sarita Aditya Verma
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