Inside our mothball

In my mind I’m dancing tango. In my mind you’re grand words and movements following me through my dreams like a clingy shadow. There can be no distance between us, the construct does not allow it. Dimensions in and out of light, other worlds beyond this room. Other sounds at the frontier of ‘us’, other designs, let go of ‘it’.

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