Somebody loves you far
and occurs every dream
a summer.
And you
appointments and lats under my skin.
Perhaps, sometime, you
be tired
and did not come.
truth is that the night
passed without more.
That chasm
held on the six and a quarter.
That despite not knowing you
discerned in the distance,
a stream of innocence,
a flowering oleander
and a new air
lips left me
almost teenagers.
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