we've much more pressing things
to do than our 'to-do lists'
today
is beautiful
simply because you are
in it-
you are a falling, shooting
star whose shine is
infinite
and i promise to love/carry
you for an infinity
times three
weeks without knowing
you're alive
is enough to make me cry
and swear to the sky
to strangle you dry
as soon as you reappear/
get near
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