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Another night

I’m sick, perhaps.
I’m mad, for sure. 
After those eyes nothing can be indifferent. 

I’m glad, no doubt. 
I’m lost, just sometimes. 
And there’s nothing more than your majesty. 

And then everything happens. 
And then it’s time feeling each other. 
And then it’s the best way to get to know us.

And the next morning is all gone. 
And when the sun comes we are one and no more. 
And when the life is back we’re just ourselves. 

And then, the sun brings the idea of you. 
And then, we find each other in another universe again. 
And then, we are not there anymore. 

It’s just the idea. 
It’s just another night. 

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