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Duende
In a place
Where there is no end to you
And no beginning to me,
At a point when time has finished
Or has yet to commence,
We move breathe feel exist
Together as one being
In a realm far distant of reason
Conscious of nothing
But one another
And our eternal dance.
explain, it is weird, but i like it, it is interesting, if it is what i am thinking it is, it is good,