our lips move in sync like a silent melody
one that doesn't end nor begin
the aura in the room changes with every touch
our entities—invisible to us—float overhead
they dance to the sounds emitting from us
like a private duet
they move together
and in that moment
we became one
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Poetrya collection of heartbreak, childhood nostalgia, and the peaceful moments that come from simple things
