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I WAS TRAVELLING WITH YOU
I was travelling with you
In my perfect world,
You were trying to hear
The sounds of your violin
That vibrated inside me.
I was travelling, travelling to you
On a light road that annihilated
The space that seemed infinite
Between you and me.
I’ve arrived at last, very tired,
And we were looking out a window;
The window became the unique world
Through which we could look
At one another.
I was looking at you
And you were looking at the infinite.