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i have seen you,
dark and rough
silver earrings and scruffy chin
and i will walk by your house on rainy days, the whole world watching
hands in my pockets and heart in my throat -
all the doors are locked and the streets are flooded;
they have dammed us;
but that i would touch you and relieve us
of this rainy place
open up your door, beautiful, and let me forget why my right earlobe always burned and i covered my eyes in shame,
let my hands find the places
that will let us leave behind the milky way
justify the water that has run through these streets and these eyes for ages,
and i will promise you that i will be worth those two thousand years in exile.