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That dust which still sticks here:
even though we are deep away from Mars:
it always reminds me of bread and butter:
which I peppered in red at home: when I was a kid
And from there: god knows why:
is just a step towards to the memory of the last New Year's Eve:
when we had it greedily:
right in the air between confetti
At half past three the gravity unit broke:
I woke up beside the flashing chandelier:
and you: under me only in the tank top:
and emergency light: oh: here's the parallel:
you were irresistible:
and when I pushed you up against the ceiling:
then: at the last moment:
you were on me:
and: at the same: I was deep on you








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