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he is flying, flowing gently like water. the small sun peeks through curtains, lighting his frame perfectly. a lullaby in the dusty room, smoothly, they play the keys. their eyes shining, trained on the breathtaking figure swaying before them. he glides over to them, and beckons. grasping the soft hand held out, he twirls them to the muted song that lives in their heads.
gracefully, they dance together under the new morning.
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a/n: btw 1st pov is my perspective only, the real thoughts/things i've lived. 3rd is not my perspective, it make up those stories. i hope this makes it easier to understand :)
