We had a healing conversation.
A deep sharing.
A ceremonial ending.
He was wearing his sunglasses.
I go back in my mind – was it real?
When I can’t see your eyes, I don’t fully feel our dance.
We had a healing conversation.
A deep sharing.
A ceremonial ending.
He was wearing his sunglasses.
I go back in my mind – was it real?
When I can’t see your eyes, I don’t fully feel our dance.
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