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Your move.
As always.
It’s always a reply.
A chance to flirt quite safely
from the safety of black and white.

You groove.
As always.
It’s always a reply.
A chance to chance an arm
without wondering when we’ll lie.

Have you noticed that I hang
on ev’ry single thing you do?
And I know this will be constant
until black and white turns blue.
Take a moment’s pause to notice
evr’y back and forth imbued
with a sense of something withered
without being close to you.