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Perfect people on the paper planes,

That set out to their home,

Had a little lucky lantern,

To the place that called them shown.

A ripe red ready striplight,

Sat for them to end their way,

She lit many lanterns, 

Alongside the coast, 

And cried as she raised them, 

While missing your ghost. 

The moon cloaked her tears, 

Death was my friend, 

Or so I would say, 

He left me untouched, 

While the past died away. 

He told me to hide, 

I wish that I would sit at home, 

A lovely book in hand, 

And look upon the struggling, 

I had once been so damned. 

On a walk atop the surface, 

I learned but many things, 

For all the years below me, 

Had beckoned me to sing, 

How can I process these emotions,

When the world seems but amiss,

And it happened as your lips touched mine,

And we formed them in a kiss.

I thought butterflies would sparkle,

Against the summer night,