Reach Out, I’ll Be There

metamorphosed in chic papillons bleus

To keep you alive under another form…
I’ve transmigrated you in a playful idea
letting your memories murmur to me
in slow-motion, “reach out, I’ll be there”.
Due to your silhouette, your noble voice
metamorphosed in chic papillons bleus
and my exuberance, a harmless passion
got me talking with plants and pillows,
exactly as you said [as you said…] but i,
you see… just now, I got it… [just now]

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