for times less forward, seize your mans
for fins less dorsal, i look through your lens
everything passes, time is left alone
emerging for the passes, pressed down to the bone
favor is won, but lovers decline
savory, for one, but tastes combine
two faces pressed, whispering in the night
muting harmless flirts, but tasting the fright
maybe we're lost, but maybe we're found
maybe we should continue this dance, round and round
suits glide easily, in a tango of delight
a samba of chance, a foxtrot of fight
the air will grind, our hair continue to curl
as we search for our minds, the skirts unfurl
withdrawing from company, we keep the pace
we're more than alive, we're more than one face
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