just a thought

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I've let myself drift through the poems of the sea
and the blueness of some pianissimo sounds

I got in delirium, surfing in their whirl, dreaming
to see what you saw through any groggy dream

I have shimmered thru all hazes and archipelagos
of stars' winter, hid carefully in your celestial eyes

so I can feel your touch touching my mystic scent,
to sigh to me just a thought, — [i want you badly]

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