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Going through us brings
Forth the lids of our past
Lives shut. Our joints
Are willing less than before
But our poised backs are
No longer leaning backward.
In our
Distant torsos we are free from
Each other's wise tale.
Resurrected freedom will
Tear our stubborn apart and
Continue to fill our voided dreams
With fearless eyes and beating
Breathing hearts;
Solitude us.
I am bold in you and italicized
By your needs.

Her here

You are the only tunnel
Im good at going through
And hiding in.
My everything lies in you at the
Same time that is lays in your
Frequency arms.
I am in me
At my most without breaks

Without breaking the thought of
Me I am in my most me.
An absolute of us
In picturesque freedom
A minute of solitude between
Us is an eternal rupture
In my inner goddess;
I need your prelude
To become my antidote.
I'm waiting and I'm
Leaving this me
Here with her.