beyond the boundaries of what we know,
beneath the covering of who it should be,
over the existence of how we feel,
across the rivers of oaths and vows,
under the holy ground of wedded fingers,
between the in-between of whispers,
among the crowded room filled with false pretenses,
beside the dreams of our nightmares,
close to your deepest regrets and flaws,
past your wounded nostalgia and fabricated mornings,
above your hidden self,
anywhere – just anywhere;
as long as you can.
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