The Farthest
I can go
In my world
Is to the tip of your fingers
From your arms.

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My fingertips hurt

Neither while repeatedly scrolling
through his messages during the day
nor while writing about him at night

But they hurt while I try to wipe the tears
on my screen, blurring the messages
Or on the papers, spoiling my words

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I stopped writing love poems,
When my poetry replaced your chest.
I still know the map of your fingertips like a habit ingrown,
Your contact number now wiped from my phone,
Our pictures gone with the wind; reminders of the girl i was.

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I keep those secrets woven in my fingertips that trace your skull.

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Strawberry eyes,
cherry lips.
And bites of passion,
on fingertips.

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A poem on fingerprints.
//Caption

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• On my fingertips •

On my fingertips,
with a thousand lines playing criss-cross,
against the infinite land of skin and on
my melanin, a blush whispers your trace
of half-molten caramel kisses. Like a tempest
with an eye , I memorize the fractures and your
unfathomable tenderness that pour like an
avalanche. There is a chaos that brews with soft
thoughts when you steer me on the braille
templates of your pulsating heartbeats which
eyes can't perceive. I find you with my every
inch of lungs filling up with the cologne that
wears you. You beguile me like a tropical
landscape and you, the Helios dawn me into
a century. The syllables of your language
and the strangeness of your blending charm
evokes ineffable joys . Into a kind of symmetry
where my fingertips embraced with ink-blots
and eclectic shades of ombre sculpts the you.
For the length of time bruised by fate,
for the strange bitterness of overflow,
for the everyday pangs of my vision,
for the heavy weight of the bandages,
and for the funeral of my dreams, I am maimed.
For, only I yearn fade this damage and
retain you beyond my fingertips, and behind
my eyelids, in some century's spring.

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Let my lips show its
Flair
On your fingertips,,

Be sure !! tempt more..
Before I reach
The rising length of yours
burly meat.,,

Hold my head
Push me down.. and down..
Show me your allure
Show me your Pink CROWN

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I love traveling into the depths of
your eyes as our fingertips talk.

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" Online " her status showed..,
But this time the distance between the

" KEYPAD AND HIS FINGERTIPS "
Seemed more..

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