Magic

All these remind me of love letters
You have a face, a flesh
Underneath the texture is your magnificent soul
That is real
You are really, really, really here
But not really here
So when do I collide with you?
In this distance of inspired air.

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All these remind of love letters
That pop out of random places
The world can’t stop (and I hope not)
For it to burst its magic
As I trace with my eyes, signs out of nowhere
In this distance of inspired air.

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Comfort on the edges of maybes
Freedom even
On the splash of shapes and doodles and colors
All these remind me of love letters
That finally need not words
That finally collide our worlds
In this distance of inspired air.

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