I got lost that night... The strums of harps filled the room The night sky filled with auroras we created As our eyes became paint brushes We took out a blank canvas And painted each stroke with the vessels of our hearts. We got lost that night... as we painted self portraits I realized mine was a perfect image of you And yours was a perfect image of me Did I lose myself in loving you? Did you lose yourself in loving me? Who are we seperately?
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