It's 5:35am and
for the fifth time I'm
falling into you, into
the teacups clattering overhead and
the hazy glow of a
lost moon surfacing through the clouds
and in my subconsciousness
it's daylight.
you're outside in some
non-existent space
thats actually like your backyard in real
life. You claim that after this, I
now "know" you, but still I
feel indebted to
the one that says
he loves my laugh
and insists he can't dance though I've
seen it in my own eyes.
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