Crash Fusing
Lonesome time of isolation,
caged in self-confined crumbled space.
Stretched arms, silk cheeks withdrawn
to distance redefined,
feel of live touch lost in deep gloom.
Wish I could crash on you to fuse.
May 26, 2020
Theme chosen : Crash
Syllable count : 8/8/6/6/8/8
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Hexastich It
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
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