At the end of our road,
where our lips first locked
and unlocked..
where I watch the sun dancing
to its chamber every twilight
while cuddling under your large arms.
At the end of our road,
is where I stand my feet,
waiting for your legs to approach me.
Each day, I smell no trace of you.
I shall keep waiting for you here,
at the end of our road.



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