Move Me You swallow me- Time treads through me like an hourglass, sand captured by slow waters.
When in your arms, I am two people.
I worry that my heart danced through dark glasses- Empty rooms, closed doors.
A two way mirror, you stand before me- A contradiction of such uncertainty, you move me.
What stayed with you?
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