Your love is like a buoyancy of ideas
they leak into mine
levelling out my irrational thoughts
dreams
of malice desires.
A balanced inside
a looking glass of heart
staring forever into a soul
made for you.
Fall deep
into this wondering state
and we shall dance
hold my hand
I'll guide you into the forgotten.
Speak a song of echoes
flowering with might
a deeper dance
a quick fire tempo
Alas
we stamp it out.
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