by Mortal Utopia   Mar 31, 2021

I'd lean on you
and you on me -
a leaf on a wilted flower.
Eyes closed, souls wanting to be closer,
touching skin deep, we felt farther
from one another than distant neighbours.

We'd sometimes apologise,
dancing in our disguise,
we'd sometimes even lie.
And in our guilt,
we'd once again apologise.


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