The intense darkness of the room faded with the brightness of her eyes shining a little more than Sirius,
They wanted to paint themselves with love before moment faints.
Neither of them broke the dignity of silence,
He just situated her mop at the rear of her ear to say the unsaid
And
She shiveringly broke into his arms like glass.
The gap betwixt there fingers was filled
And
He made the hour glass lie horizontally so as to illusionate that the time has halted,
A tear drop from her eyes took away the barricade of her eye-liner foretelling the whodunit.
Beneath the broken tomb beside the injured candle,
It was just a ONE NIGHT STAND.
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