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What you expected

was not

what you want

is to be

for real in a

deck of dreams

we were not

not yet

almost already

losing grip on

inner politics

when the sky

suddenly started

staring at us

out of the blue

my disguise of words

is just an echo of summer

caressing all heartcores

to be in tune with the moon

while my mirrorsuit just

goes barely unnoticed

the reflection of you

with your eyes like lovebulbs

leaves a tag on the wailing wall

and in a moment forgotten

before our restlessness

we share this mutual recognition

curling up like question marks

in the wild celebration

of a boundless occasion

                ∞