late as always
sending air kisses to the moon
there it is
there is something
something more
waiting in the wings as it were
telling me secrets
feeding me lines that will forever be forgotten
no more eating from the hand
released for the day
relinquished for the feast
on the brink
of making a discovery
tiptoeing to eternity
about to lock lips
and here i am
swirling in a world of
endless possibility
eating of the normal life
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