These are words for the words that have no meaning
or somehow get lost in the translation.
These are the expressions for the phrases just out of reach.
This is the moment we have been waiting for.
This is the breath you were holding.
This is the dream that wakes you sweaty and wound up.
This is the walk late in the evening that takes you near places you shouldn’t be.
These are sketches of melody etchings of sound tapestry wound.
This is the moment of absolution for all the lies told and believed.
These are the names you had forgotten.
This is love unrequited.
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