now
these fragile colors
this pastel sky
only touches
lost softness
deep inside
hidden from teeth
a love
not reaching
me in touch but
lost in translation
not in my arms
but in outer space,
the air is thin
and the stars are cold
i cannot breathe
this presence
nor can i drink
this bitter tea
in the end
all there is are bubbles
glittering in the sun
one moment there
then gone
maybe
they don't wish
to be alone:
when they touch
they burst
i stay aground
my feet are there
to walk
until,
because.
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