i picture his first coming as a myriadof nexts. and every time would be filled withconfoundment at howa once wishful thinkingof something that seemed exactly only that had popped out from my thoughtsand would live a lifetime on my palm. accompanied by tomorrow'srain, i picture how two soulswould know that they are themissing pieces to a puzzle,that they're the only oneswho haven't been put in placeyet. tonight will be a long night.extended with every blink of these eyes.and trying to dream would do no good.saving my fullfilment for the rest of my life,when that plane touches down. i didn't care much for the rain.but tomorrow, the first dropwill be on my palm.for the very first time.  and my lips, licked offof all constraints.

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