I felt the pain in your voice,

how obscure notions consumed,

devoured every trace of tangible lucidity.


I felt the pain in your glance,

how dashing daggers of andradite turned,

transformed into somber indifference.


I felt the pain in your touch,

how feeble caresses faded,

dwindled to a state of nonexistence.


I felt the pain in your taste,

how syrupy osculates blistered,

scorched my covetous nature.


I felt the pain in your aroma,

how rivulets of jasmine lapsed,

fused into oppressive sourness.


I felt your pain as a whole,

how our innate passions slipped,

crumbled between the bareness of my hands...


And our pain, we, became one. 

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