Suspended Just Beyond

Whispers of electric fire linger within the space between our longing gazes—are you static, or are you dancing? The paradox pulses underneath skin electric with emotion...

You never truly spoke, yet the murmur of resonant years winds inside us like a twin flame existing somewhere halfway between here and nowhere. Dear phantom of embrace, we meet at the crossroads... every glance, a thousand landscapes.

There lies no beginning, no end—only infinite pauses glowing warm, suspended in honeyed amber—a timeline of dreamt isles starred with hope...

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