Bodies intermingled under the guise of night
passion mixed with urgency, intimacy mixed with lust.
Binded by loneliness. Crashing into each other
as if trying to destroy its presence upon impact.
Fell asleep together whispering sweet lies but
next mornings sunlight exposed the truth.
We were not making love, we were
making the best of our circumstances.
-Liz
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