Of open pages..

Of open pages,

and unwritten words.

An incomplete embrace,

and unkissed mouths.

Her anxious days,

his empty nights,

Unconfessed feelings

screaming minds.

Thoughts of the end, jeopardy and crime.

She slept with the sinner

but there was an angel

1111 the world is mine


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