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| The Pink Black Hole |
The Night was deepening,
And they were both in shambles;
Reminiscing their own pieces,
Picking them one by one,
They spoke to each other in signs;
Told each other to read between the lines.
Exhaling a little fake laughter every now & then,
Fearing the night, fearing the next sun!
Longer the conversation went, harder it became to hide,
They both missed right now,
What slipped from their hands...in time!
