eyes of the man,
the one with a blue hand.
we had hug for a second,
his heart seemed to have beckoned.
though now he seems far,
with my heart in a jar.
I see him, i want him, and love him quite dear.
though the conversations we have, they feels like a sphere.
let's hope what comes next are dandelion pines.
Buble gum Forrest's and psychopath rhythms.
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J