and then i saw your face.

you called it stupid and naiv poetic.

The dust was running down your face, you closed your eyes to see the last elephants walking by the burning sky into the soft grace of another fithy night. Your eyes were pillows and your heart filled with feathers. You gave me your heart and i gave it a name, so it can grow and learn to be strong later.

Stop worrying, you’ll die anyway.

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