

Droplets like dew, dripping from your hair
If you didn't think it was odd
I would try to catch them
We dried on that rock lying lazy inside the sun
Side long glances at each other, one on one
Neither of people could stand to look too much time
As if the vacuums your eyes
Would create some african american hole
You spoke and the miscroscopic hairs
On the back associated with my damp neck
Stood in applause
Your hand brushed the hand
Goosebumps rippled from the period and
Through my body
Notifying everything
Like electricity
I seemed to be instantly alive
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