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infatuation
Sunday, April 1, 2018, April 01, 2018
there are flowers that grow in autumn,
and we are sitting outside, under dappled
afternoon sun falling through your eyelashes,
and i think i could fall in love with you.
there is a list of impossible things,
written on a leaf of a tree and it flutters into my hair,
and i think i met you too soon or too late.
stuck in september,
i can't tell where summer ends and we stand.
i think maybe on tilted planet, there are handful of people we could in love with.
a handful of heartstring entwined in timing.
you must be one of those people, and so is the boy playing guitar in a small coffeeshop, the one running at a park, another halfway across the world waiting to catch a plane.
we are so close yet so far,
a little in love
and a little out of reach.
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