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your fingers touch the lips of my poetry bitten by rays of the sun your eyes chain my eyes' story murmurs to decipher their mystery your lungs sculpt in my air a secret kiss to shield me from any trouble
⁂ Writer’s Note: Just a metaphorical, innocent exploration of artistic inspiration with intuitivety, structured around the music's rhythm and creative flow. ⁂ So, thru which corridor of your nerves does happiness infiltrate inside you? And. At what time?