illusion

we encounter
each other,
arms tangled
and legs
intertwined
and bones
break skin
to let the
other in.

whispering
soliloquies
of estranged
music we
build our
walls, this
time around
not ourselves
but of our
being grown
as one.

we plant
these roots
with looks
instead of
words and
smiles in place
of tears.

these bridges
crossed come
to meet and
we dance.

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