The music circles us, mute and devout.
Lips sealed against the treason of speech.
We turn in step, our shadows married
Under a moon indifferent to our sins.
You belong to another's universe,
While I orbit you, craving the tether.
My soul, ablaze, rejoices in the flame,
Ignorant of your heart's silent terrain.
In the dance, we spin—a boundless loop,
Unaware of endings, or beginnings.
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