Another unnamed, I never name them.
Your imprinted on my lips,
A pattern sewn into the fabric of my soul,
Your world embracing mine,
Our emotions in a constant battle to become the ultimate truth.
Connected minds,
A piece of me in flesh,
We are seen as one,
A beginning to the lives we imagine,
Pretending the surrounding mess is invisible to our hearts.
Your breath is the fuel of my dustfilled lungs,
Trapped in slow-motion,
Combined passion driving us foward on our neverending course,
Exploring who we are,
And what we believe.
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