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Wish Upon A Human

Here we are again

My dear,

At that place where

You want nothing more

Than to touch those stars



And utterly alone,

Piercing the void of the sky.

Just as we yearn to

Reach out and stroke

The vastness of their universe,

I wonder if they ever

Wish upon a human

That they might know our

Messy entanglement

Our broken hearts

Our holding hands

Our washing dishes

Our wonder

Our voids

Our dreams

Our ephemeral, intricate, infinite selves.

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