east to west we tread
hand in hand, fingertip to tip
eyeball to eye
all is fair in love, moving so close we can touch
fingers dig into stingy waistline to form a fitting embrace
ordinary, extra extraordinary doesn't really matter
our hearts are an echo
jutting facial extracts make a beeline for talk
but a replica of the maker
'walk me won't you'
where you have been is forever a mystery
but where we go is entirely up to us
and the secrets shall mount, but forever shattering to reveal you and me
forever walking side by side
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