Don't tell me you can't hear me through the looking glass,
when I can feel your every move underneath my skin.
The mood is set.
You already know what's next.
You're dancing between mirages and silhouettes.
No teasing, you waited long enough.
Dancing between the cracks in the walls—
feel the treble course through your fingertips.
A sip of air;
you float through the corridor of dreams.
Hip cocked.
The shadow's eyes are on you.
this is my favourite
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