Press Play, forward to 0:36 and then read:

Faintly lit corners and lines

Twirling between four walls, a song plays in my native tongue

I’ve heard it but never like this before.

In my dreams,

sometime or another,

I  danced with you on this kitchen floor

My arms around your neck, my face touching yours

Still I can’t seem to get close enough

So I close my eyes and inhale you in,

and I smile

Because you’re here,

You’re real,

You’re mine.


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