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Courting Distance
1 min readApr 3, 2020
Soundtracks of his life I’ve become so reliant
Magic formed shivers make us logistically defiant
Still moments reveal chests sinked up in breath
More than banter, our flow has rhythmic depth
Adorned in peacock feathers, peeks of flesh bully
Our bodies say push, but our souls do the pulling
So I dance here through the glass to my hopeful moon song
Praying the time between dreams won’t take too long
