blame sits tight
between worlds
sealed
with a cork,
between you
and me,
between words
said and not said,
between eyes
shunning and
looking through,
between fingers
pointing and clasping
what's unreal;
blame sits tight
between worlds
dying to meet
and merge,
in a celebration
of not what is
yours or mine,
but what is ours.
between worlds
sealed
with a cork,
between you
and me,
between words
said and not said,
between eyes
shunning and
looking through,
between fingers
pointing and clasping
what's unreal;
blame sits tight
between worlds
dying to meet
and merge,
in a celebration
of not what is
yours or mine,
but what is ours.
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