Come around little one,
We won’t stay long.
Tugs and hugs all round up to one,
But for how long
Could we be one?
Even for a minute, rhyme like a song,
Yours is mine, mine is yours that was,
That felt, that poked, that won
Like in a battle, both side craving more
Gasp breathing, our faces crossed
Our hands are stars,
We reach for the sun, hang over the skies;
Bright starlight
Needless of oxygen in that space.
A moment for ages, ever present
In between past and future;
Emptied tense vibes,
Full memory.

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