288 of 365

Dressed in love-sick eyes,

You, me and an empty house.

Wine soaked lips,

Sushi melting in the mouth,

Classic rock playing in the background.

We speak through our deep silences.

Succinctly, Briefly,

our lips part.

No words escape.

Conversation flows,

Profoundly.

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