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        The dust:
   which is still visible here and there:
          even though we are long gone from Mars:
  always reminds me of the bread and butter 
       I used to have red peppered at home when I was a kid.
    And from there:
 God knows why:
   it's just a step to the memory of last New Year's Eve:
      when we made love greedily
           right in the air among the confetti.
At half past two the gravity unit went crazy:
  I woke up next to flickering chandelier
         and you underneath me:
               only in a tank top
                   and emergency light: oh: there's the parallel:
                you were irresistible -
         and when I pressed you against the ceiling:
     in that last moment:
  you were on me:
      and at the same time:
            I was deep on you.