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When city lights don't obscure the milky way.
When silhouettes begin to dissolve in the asphalt essence of its streets.
When the blackest night graves people cities.
All I think about is your deep eyes
of lagune and cave,
craving, crying, raving.
Are you a captured Capricorn in a cage of raging Globus?
Or Unicorn  to accompany  me in this forest?


Renga with Yana T.