Our hands play.
Its almost like they're both talking to each other.
Its like they both know fully well what the other one wants, tracing their steps backwards, forwards, left and right.Circling around in geometric patters that our minds unconsciously know and follow.
Strange comfort in that moment, so much exchanged in that moment, so much longing in that moment
We stop
We part
We move away.
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