Spider lilies in my unraveled hair
"salutem" cut across my chest
You know I know the avenue
but I always loved you best.
Searching every crowded crevice
sizing up every scene
I've turned over nickles
For the clues that I now see.
Because every night it might be you
You might finally see me pretty
My adoration of your movements
Could tear apart the entire city
So here I am
and there you are
it matters not the coordinates
because we are bound by moving stars.
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