As the sound of her footsteps diminish in proportion to her figure
her shadow lengthens across the street
The horizon eats everything and I am always on the inside
from that same hunger I yell, please.

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She told me a secret
Now I make maps from empty pages
and hide my poetry in her
I believe in nothing else

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In the emptiest hours of evening
through an open window to your kitchen
stray animals are lured by the scent of flavours they've never tasted
and I knock on your door hoping you are not home

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In spite of the chemicals
and circumstances that we are
I kiss the stars and lose my place
upon the pages you are writing

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I long to be collecting
on your tongue
like snowflakes
like secrets

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I see now
how
after the third try
a genie fails to complete
what comes naturally
in your arms

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childhood is a secret we'll remember someday;
for the heroes we were, for the monsters we saved

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hope everything falls out of your pockets
hope you arrive at the gates empty handed
hope they can forgive you for arriving empty