The world seems so full of you
And still so empty, persistently aching
Liquidizing my thoughts
In quivering pearls of summer dew..
And in the end, I just feel like
A little seed yearning to be planted
A stray tide that couldn’t return to the ocean
So unnatural… so beautifully perverse
No aura of the moon but halo of some streetlight.
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