The skies above witness how we have ached for each other's presence. The stars pour their souls into heaven to unite us. The darkness witnesses our call into silence until the hearts shatter. But mine burns alone now. Your every unspoken call carves a fracture into my heart. Yet, every fracture knows its way back to you, and you only. Each midnight, my very being, verging on a prayer mat, your imprint lingering on my lips and within my soul drawing me out of my inner zone... until I dissolve completely into your depths. ~ ZARA
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