26 kuai away
Somewhere between trompettes and rhetoric.
Between your cats and my dogs
Just stuck in a Romantics’ quaver and all along the lake ride.
There must it be.
Somewhere between the discomfort and the embrace
The morning coffee and the walk around Wingdingia
Trapped in that tiny space between my shoulder and yours.
There.
There should reside my peculiar fascination for your inscrutability.
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jorge -