you were at tip of mind
are today
and like yesterday
cannot go without seeing your eyes
saving me at this moment
now waiting under low light
contemplating your face
thoughts
breath on stars
near future
am i your next suicide
falling through orange clouds
writing a book
will you read it
will you play you in the movie
in the picture box of my life
tears on your lips
mine swimming in your ocean
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