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I just want to remember god with you…

Like the dents of a marble court, we once swelled into movement

Drunken off the sweat dripping from heavens sunlight

Yes I had become too fragile in this glory of you and I remembering GOD

Of you and I working for symphonies inside of our inner violin

It’s like I’m walking on the edges of “will you hold me in the same skin shell as you did on Earth”

Or would he feel more close to…never-mind that’s too sacred for the lips to unveil…

And I know you want to remember God with me

As if no other women had moved your eyeballs

And in the sense my beauty was the only thing close to defining YOUR reflection

Taking more breaths that bleed no eternal death

But birth undying life...

Fahima