I swooned over my sleeping partner,
An evening of passion had ended in delirium.
The partner snoring hard was unaware,
I was searching for my lost inkling of self.
The girl lost in throes of conflagration,
was trying to find sense of loss of oneself.
Still bound in chains of longing,
I was still murmuring the chants of yearning,
Refusing to accept that the night was over,
I lulled myself to fitful bouts of sleep.
My drunken stupor
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