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Tousle up our tireless passion
Carving a silent void between us
As we sit seething with anger
Donning faces of indifference
Something stirs deep within me
Why a vain sense of righteousness
All this amount of abrasiveness?
Why I cling to a foolish ego
Awaiting you to break our silence
And offer acts of apologies?
Are true all my tender words
Boastful promises of pure care
If I let these trivial things
Be the blots in our pure bonding?
What good is a wholesome Moon
If every wafting wisp of smoke
Is to smear her pristine charm?!
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