My heartbeat is irregular now
your eyes look into mine. My thoughts are
clouds around a sun that hides and turns and shines.
I know you not at all.
And never will be known.
Us two leaves that fall and flap,
dropped and flung
in desperate breezes
lapping over
tongue to tongue, and
snapping
synapse
signs.
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