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Between your eyes and mine are the unspoken affirmations of all we don't have the words to say. Be that space inches, feet across a crowded room, be we separated by glass or through the veneer of tears that lend shine to the lights around us, the words we've never needed freeze with the dust that hangs between us. Can you too feel time slow to a crawl? A crawl to a stall and a stall to a stop? Can we dance across the dust that catches the sunlight in the spaces between us? Can we meet there and listen to the sound the wild rush of all things left unsaid? The breath in my lungs no longer belongs to me, it is yours each and every time the world disappears around us. Between your eyes and mine, is a threat that ties us together, quivering and pulsing with the life that flows between us. Can we slide to the middle and kiss while time thaws around us? Can I whisper into your waiting ears that there is more magic in one glance from your eyes that a lifetime of stares from anyone else.