Held by arms of secrets hiding face.
Wrapped by half hearted lines traced.
As fingers cling to sufficating the air between.
Feeling the passion in the forward lean.
Flush and compressed to only love.
Lies fill gaps irritating the quiet hush.
Going with the flow of neverending.
Around the body elbows are bending.
Completing a circle of trust untrue.
Seeing imperfections in images drew.
Affraid to be released by a hug so rare.
As the heart will begin to tare.
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