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Our Deep White Space

We find ourselves in a deep white space:
his voice, my voice, his hand, my hand.
We are the warmest tenderness
but the coolest anger,
the biggest love,
but the deepest distress.
What can save us from ourselves?
There's no certainties when it comes to feelings.
Still, we are going to lay in our deep white space,
shaping our bodies with our fingers
forgetting about the other side
hoping that one day there will be only one.