Base and Columbus
Pathways cross...
On islands of sand
A collision of hears
beating.
Each rain storm brews on the sky's brain.
Interacting with heavens of light.
Dance on watery, trickling beads.
Nothing sweeter than the first time.
Across the room he stands.
Only corners...
Pushed together from unfiltered eyes.
Middle, end, lost in the quakes.
Souls beating.
Just close all eyes.
Kiss her.
Storm the hands across the desired body of love.
Pathways cross...
In a room of lights.
Colliding just in time...
beating.
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