that glisten in your eye
you once had
when we explored
your thoughts
and I'll show you
my tattoo of love
at the root
of my tongue.
Our birthmarks.
lets dance again
on the tip
of moon rays
to the beat and rhythm
of the hymns of our hearts
and lungs
and veins
and pupils.
I will plan
to never make plans
and let things flow.
-S.dot.
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