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just us,
singing in our broken voices,
laughing until our sides hurt
and our mouths are sore,
dancing like there’s no tomorrow,
like time itself
has stopped

here
and now,
you and i

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№ 47: Моя Луна


MOON:

jewel on my horizon,
when shall we meet?
when might i touch
the sentry of my barren
Eden?

to feel beneath my boots
a dream, so long sought;
to look out beyond
its silver edge
and see nothing
but desire