there are some people and it's hard to believe that
there is space between them.
there are people and they laugh,
"i never saw your face look like that".
and sometimes they pray,
" surely goodness and mercy...."
they connect in the dry spaces between the rain.
"remember when we danced all night and finished all the airplane liqueur we could find?"
"who do you think you are?"
who do you think i am?
brush against my skin and leave your mark.
you'll become my history.
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