We almost forgot the moon at times
but it did appear
it was there
remembering ourselves
what happens with a love like that
it lights the whole sky
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Remembering the moment of a small egg
falling through a bigger circle
the scent of transformation
growing
multiple arms, legs, heads
breaths
bodies
into air
The look of eyes
yearning for more
searching for less
Making baths in tubes
I saved you a crescent moon
being met in a small room
feel you sleep
before asleep
Infinity going into union
voicing words together
inviting
remembering a golden voice form the past
and feel it grow
the touch from a known body
being open to know
fermented fruits
laugher under the moon
do you want to go with me?
leaning into the walls
pushing walls
creating last moments
awakening
keep dreaming
opening spaces
a space
into space
this place
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