"Hollow bottoms"

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Let's stay here till the morning light
Hits your perfect face
In our magic space

Stay until the days are quite
Just when the world moves on
And noone recalls the lyrics
To which we danced along

We can walk in through many narrow lanes
Pass by artifacts broken from childhood days
Make a living singing ballads to the newest lost ones
Wearing disguises, giving false names

I would kiss you when the days are nights
Before our fingers grow cold
The warmth of me in your hold

The friction in between our chests
The rubbing of your palm
My waist gripped in your clasp
I shyly snuggle my head near your heartbeat

So we just lay until the morning light
Hits my curled up lips
And I view your perfect face
In our magic space....

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