in my little sad world I see
and if there are two
and is not a dream
we take each and a hand
gently rubs to look into the eyes of more than a moment
to unblush in his eyes forever
to sit beside him and count the stars in the folds of a blanket that you touch
I hope in the world next to ours
this is happening
and he is smiling
dancing in a smile with small steps short spasmodic reactions, sizzled, like a lobster let loose
with a broom production
Oh! three broken arrows of fate
both masterful unsafe
to take all my moons melt into puddles
I see from a distance and the moon skips three rings silly I know
It can not be helped
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