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In between

in between you and me,
it’s never you,
it’s never me.

but the time,
the wide space,
and the reality.

we will bring with us,
the secret in our fantasy.

played like good music,
we would listen to,
when we needed to get up,
in the morning,
just before our cup of coffee..

or the one played
like the lullaby,
sung with our eyes forced open
or like the birds’ chatter in your hand
that I tried to understand

the one tasted like salt in our bread.
or like the headboard metal of our bed

and burnt like your cigarette,
when you were half lit with regret.

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