supernatural

Did we taste too much out of too little
of what we offered to us by chance, or
just too little remained out of too much
when both of us, together, were piloting
our demented love through supernatural?

Questions many, come and's going out,
but answers will be found, exactly when
the nightfall marks the rendezvous with
the first puff of dew, while the day's light
comes to face night, when it's young still.


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