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burn the polaroids you took this summer with the 

first lighter you ever bought, back when you were twelve

and needed to feel something that wasn't packaged, artificial

He likes to sit by the window

watch the sunrise

I like to watch the light

play of his hair

see the golden flecks appear 

in his galaxy eyes

He likes tea in the evenings 

ill call you when the party's over

walking home with tears dripping

my shoes dangling from my hand-

parallel to the ground

possibly a bruise on my heart

possibly a scar over my lips

What would it be like to float through this world,
a wisp of the wind,
a little breeze,
never staying long enough to care,
never leaving fast enough to not,
traveling but not seeing,
only blue skies,