Their movie is over and each one wanders the streets with an empty heart, one of them left by the front door and the other by the back door, it felt like a change of time.
The night through which they walk without meaning now feels without light, neither stars nor the moon can rekindle the glow of those hearts that were lost in time after they left the place.
Destined never to meet again after they stopped dancing, just strangers who are not destined to meet again.
They were two strangers in the night who danced under the compass, like a crystal couple ending to the tempo of the string of a musical box.
·.•°·.Sassie·.•°·.
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