We stood at the moving staircase.
You and I.
It threatened to gobble me up as it moved.
You led me in, clasping my hand.
Like a mother held its child…
Time froze, and I stopped breathing.
We got off the escalator.
You and I.
I heaved deep sighs of relief.
You led me, my dear, from fear to ecstasy.
You breathed new life into me.
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