Let’s escape the grass like fireflies
and submerge our spirits into the sky.
We will wrestle our way through the clouds
As our youth drops javelins of light on city streets.
I will show you my house where my sister sleeps
motionlessly in her window frame portrait.
When you get tired we can sleep on our bed like newborn twins.
I will wake up, scratch my eyes
and feel the dust you left behind.
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