middle of a crowd almost midnight,
feeling every body's urge to move..
finding their own ways.
Tired and weary as their digits entangles.
Only they, knew about it.
Hesitant to feel, to let go, to interpret.
An unexplainable forced innocence.
And after some time,
it turns into grasp to never let go until it was calm.
This was just nothing to the other..
but to me it was all..
just tired to make a 55 fiction..:] hope it passes to the standards..
anyways it's just a try.. hope you enjoyed it..
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