i am something?
i would like to write
about your hair,
your head
dressed with a
big, really big,
sun hat.

wave & be gone.
if i just could imagine
your body lying
right by my side,
on the sand,
on the land
of every dream.

i want to be the one
with warm hands
and cold eyes.
the one
who holds
the key
to everything.

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