Here is the poem typed out because its always nice to be able to read and interpret the words for yourself.
He studies her face but pretends not to notice
She watches him with restrained attention
Circle back to the point of origination
His illusions, delusions hidden under his fingertips
Her imagination like a child
Electric moonlight illuminates their eclectic movements
Going through the motions
E-motions asphyxiating the mood in the air
Their secluded temptation in a crowded room
Weakens vain attempts at inconspicuous reactions
He murmurs echos into her ear
She whispers silence to his soul.
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