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Loving you is like

Loving in an empty room

With a revolving door 

Waving an exit only sign
We meet in the circle. 

The closest we can ever get

To each other
As we dance

Separated by the thick

Dirty glass

we so desperately

 want to clean break through 

pushing

Never knowing 

who is chasing whom

And never catching up

Dizzying ourselves until
The door sticks and we

Stop to admire the beauty 

on every other side
Going back we decide to move forward

Again through the ever revolving Door 

we never figured out how to enter

Yelling through the glass for the other one to get out and stay so we would know that the room was finally safe

Loving you is like

Loving in an empty room

We never risked to occupy. 

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