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projections
Current mood:
 thoughtful
warm light i love the way it dances in your eyes just inches away from mine just a few seconds delay we share the same frame how precious
and metal passing synonyms and laughter the most wonderful sound to me just inches away inbound holding incoming signals not hands
old machinery, elementary metaphors like a child watching a movie falling in love with a star my fingers brush the projection and i feel your –
dust in the air.
and i love the way i think the ash smells on your fingertips.
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