Sometimes when you look at me, it seems u can
peep though through my very soul and listen to things that I could never say
otherwise. The string of unspoken words flow by and all the meaning is
understood in its all possible way. I never could understand how you do it but
nonetheless conversation happens.
Your lips curve into a sweet smile and your
hands hold mine in the most delicate of forms. Your fingers entwine on mine and
the conversation of unspoken words happen. You arch your eyebrows to question
my thoughts sometimes and then you get the answer right there. Do you know how
do you do it?
nice:)
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