do it to it

did we meet before getting born
when our bodies hadn't any shape,
i wondered

did you promise me you'll find me,
or I swore to you, I'll wait for you,
i wondered, again

and why i'm keeping do it to it still,
i really don't know 

(maybe you didn't find me…),
(maybe i didn't wait for you…),
(as you promised) (as i swore)

maybe our intentions
got vapourised, taking by selves
a shape of their own… maybe

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