I'm watching the world spin across your fingertips,
Smoothly, trace me your maps.
I want to see the travels between here and there,
I want to know the culture of what you're made of.
Your light shines upon me.
No longer lost in that darkness.
The blue radiates from beneath your lashes.
I search the deep waters, and grin when I think I've found it.
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