sleep, its all in your mind

a yoyo in my hand

for a second

you on my pillow

for a brief moment

my heart in a foreign hand,

knotted and thrown

connected, close

and separate enough

to be surreal

 

their story warned of

muddy paths ahead

we’re aware, yet

we attach silencers

to our mouths, for

the following days

hold possibilities

we hardly tell our

 

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