Affinity

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They sat across a table
for a first time,
like they had a million times,
across infinite
times and spaces.
Affinity.
Something that words didn’t have the means
to communicate;
raw feeling
like the first dusty steps
on the moon,
reorganizing
a whole world’s imagination.

Eyes making bridges burn; consuming distance.

Words are no good, hear.

                    Barriers don’t exist

Only eyes burning bridges

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