Between Our Eyes

We've been reading between the lines. We believe the invisible will take us somewhere. Be careful, a crevice, a hole, a whole. Sure, a soul, as well. Listen to the rustlings, of leaves, palm leaves. Our civilization is set on tropical mode, invasive blue skies, margarita resorts, salty cabanas. The veins of serendipity is never tired. We'll scuba into our neon hearts. If you leave me, I will find you, through the eye of the storm.

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