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Apr 2014
Your breath;
all beer and cigarettes.
Your eyes;
blue smoke and ashes.
I'm half drunk,
now that your lips are mine,
And fallen.
Fallen beyond redemption,
into a faceless abyss,
a sacred oblivion.
The only place;
where you are mine,
and I am yours.
I can stay here, till the end of time.
Written by
nnyaa  New Delhi
(New Delhi)   
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