Endless bottles devoted to heartbreak
through my mothers hands I used to snake
fingers since devoted to playing with your hair
staring into the night sky without a care
it's holding on and letting go at the same time
passions with comfort of preserved heart
because that can't fall apart
and we can't fall apart
through blind eyes I saw the world for what it was
a dark place illuminated by your touch
so when we clash tongues
let it be less in anger
and more under the cascade of a morning shower
-Dev
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