She runs in tiredness till she sleeps of movement.
I die too!
In the end it's all the same isn't it?
She walks in such a painful way that no one cares to ask her how or why.
I, in turn fill the void left by those who cry.
Standing still we make love to nothing.
In this stillness she dances and I echo in her silence.
And the emptiness stands waiting, once again.
We love those who love the way we are...
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