Flirting in space
Or lost in it?
I am nothing, and so are you;
We run astray through our darkest hues.
Alas, some spotlight blinds us both.
Leaving us wandering with no end to boast.
my own touch feels like yours
Our lack thereof intertwines,
Dancing in a rhythm ill-defined.
Teases my vision, enchants my soul,
Squeezes my heart to fit its own mold.
Their words are fast, quickly forgotten;
Our silence turns their fallen fruit rotten.
my skin only remembers you
FREED VERSE 
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