in this perceptive moment of grandeur / my darling / if I was gold and honey / in your private dreams of labour / where would you go? / while angels wings dry and rust / to your guarded delicate core / fragile in the night’s shade / your reckless tears quenching / the prisoner held inside / you live inside me now / like a bullet ripping through flesh / my attention ,severe and complete / gathering / the sunshine that slips through your fingers / before it spills onto the floor . Azab
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