There s always a couple
the number two crawling
crawling each other thoughts
words
pieces of mirroring
bumping each others face
no meaning
only scars which will fade away
we have to focus on the holding of the hand
to find the real fitting
my hand into yours
your hand in mine
let our fingers have their dreams
dancing at the hollowed moments
let our fingers move loved
let our fingers play their song
and please
please let them dance..
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