you pass through me
into my eyes and into my head
you always liked to look at me
the same way you looked at the sky
with the same lazy, melancholy smile
dreaming we are off somewhere
while you tease and touch my hair
until I slowly brought you back
and you looked at me again
said, "you're the prettiest thing"
and I was slammed into reality

I'm the spit out pit of a cherry.
 
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