All our hellos call
to each other
and now our smiles
are missiles
silence is the
scent
touch--the rocket
we make
translating "I"
as "you too"
come, come, come
let's go
to each other
and now our smiles
are missiles
silence is the
scent
touch--the rocket
we make
translating "I"
as "you too"
come, come, come
let's go
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