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.

The End

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