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i was entangled in mental fog
yet i was at my closest to the divine
Coated in light, the moon hung
upside down to me today.
like the heads coming out of the cinema screens at night, tired.
a trail of tiredness accompanied with them  
like smoke ends following their coats.
The 5am jet lag settles in
and I’m adjusting into the new,
he takes my suitcase down for me to the bottom of the hilled road
and clouds and looks through the glass.
In love.
when i speak to him
i speak to the universe
Blurred and unfocused
Your silhouette is enough to make
My heart weak.
he sighed until his breath matched
the room again
and i watched
as the lights fell over his skin
meeting his complexion
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