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And when my blemishes Lie naked, Under the starlit night All I do is Look at the floor, To find your traces. Instead, I am Gazed back by my own Reflection. My reflection. My duality. Me. Damn me. Wanted to embrace you In the warmth of my sleeves And to melt you in the love That I had stitched. To facsimile, Your ice cold silhouette Into the warm river in me. I held you close, so close That our breaths Escaping from our mouths Turned into clouds, And our heart beats Synced. Perhaps I gripped You, Tight. So tight. That The ice cold silhouette of yours Didn't merge into the warm river in me. Rather broke down into pieces Like a stone wall And slipped through my arms Noiselessly. Through the gaps of my fingers Through the crevices of my waist You. slipped. Noiselessly. Me. Damn me. Didn't realise, That you. Dear you. Either melted. Or broken. Would have slipped; Through the gaps in me. And all I do is, Find your traces in me. Gazed back by my reflection. Gazed back by you. My reflection. My duality. My reality. _____________________________________________________________ You were like a rising storm, and I, a mere sky; which like the ozone, had holes. And you slipped. Beyond Darkness, Ahmad this is on your continuous poke buddy! Thanks for this continuous support, and it's because of that, the writer in me scratches it's wounds, and bleeds through his pen. #yqbaba #reflection #reality #you #gaps