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As I lay, Resting my head on your bare chest. Runn

As I lay,
Resting my head on your bare chest.
Running my fingers through and toying with your chest hair,
Little did I know,
That was possibly, the last night of my joy.
The voices in my head had drowned.
I had found my peace, or so I thought.
The quiet night sky,
Had begun to pour acid rain.
That burned my skin,
And scarred my soul.
My silent warrior!
Had stuck a dagger into my heart,
A dagger that bore the poison
Called truth...

©Lakshmi Menon
  The last night of my joy #mylove

The last night of my joy #mylove #Love

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