i know it's good

the morning got lightened
right at the estimated time,
having the framed taste of
your planned smile for me
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even so, I have to complain,
cos your kiss arrived later, —
unpredictable as always, and
again, with a different flavor
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somehow, you were cosmic,
making me talk celestial
while my body took the shape
configured by your hands
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on the basis of your will,
carved by a superb dream
full of unforeseen incidents
you knew I know it's good
𓇼
both of us, naivety metaphor
in the vestment of memory,
creating daily a spectacle
while we hum the day's refrain

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