

Duvetthese years've melted into light and slip into the sweet silk sea it is morning, and miles stillDuvet
lay in the blanketing heat of day: thick and warming and heavy but safe. time carries away from all things passed: winter is now a memory of falling into nothing, it was freedom and forever but did reality seperate into pieces, indistinguishable, of love and fantasy? Everything has become disconnected from porch-screen evenings
dark and breathing and the my-same, your-same sky to whispery-window nights
white and sleeping and the moon that glows too bright
DUDE! I know you remember!!!
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someday i'll show you around a monster-free tokyo,
and our footsteps will be light.
the future will be bright.
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