Binds


Three steps, contact

Contact, contact

What I lost, I counted.

Two steps, reverse, contact

Contact

The early stains.

       Three steps, forward, contact

Contact, contact

      Conclusion, we've reached to a conclusion.
   
 One step, contact

                                       Being clever is bleak,

                        

                        Let's leave together.





Nevermind,



           Leave it.

D Flat Major



I hear only myself talking to the other version of my duplicate.
I hear only wuthering spaces in between my own fingers.
I hear only slower versions of my fantasies in D flat major.
I hear only the old echoes of my memories kept inside a hapless box.
I hear only no one in disguise of a familiar acquaintance.
I hear only the movement of my flashbacks making an entrance.

For I am my own,
Slowing down in D flat major.

Improptu: #01


Nobody loses anyone because 
Nobody owns anyone.

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