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east to west we tread

hand in hand, fingertip to tip

eyeball to eye

all is fair in love, moving so close we can touch

fingers dig into stingy waistline to form a fitting embrace

ordinary, extra extraordinary doesn’t really matter

our hearts are an echo

jutting facial extracts make a beeline for talk

but a replica of the maker

‘walk me won’t you’

where you have been is forever a mystery

but where we go is entirely up to us

and the secrets shall mount, but forever shattering to reveal you and me

forever walking side by side