Souls intertwine, his arm rests
light on her shoulder --
itching to be closer,
she grasps his shirt and pulls --
but in this bliss,
there is no room for poetry.
light on her shoulder --
itching to be closer,
she grasps his shirt and pulls --
but in this bliss,
there is no room for poetry.
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