Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: Slowly we become a single mold. Watching as my skin becomes your skin and starts to hold. I was told that there's a wonder in the place our bodies go. Driving round the sins of both my lives will keep you cold. I deserve it, I've been stalling, I've been selfish, I've been wrong. Finally I heard my name, the absolution called. Now I need it, now I crave the writing burned into the wall. Sitting in your hands to watch the ending of it all. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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