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smoke

winding into

each room

all big-lovey pupils

softest of the

soft soft soft

hearts

a traitor

then

best friend

then

back 

again

No Separation 

between

Mimi

and

Me

whispering

"How did I get so lucky?"

in 

"You're beautiful"

her

"You're so sweet"

ear

"I love you so much, you're my mostest bestest friend"

Sleep

and the weather moves above our heads

teasing out star and moon

like a meterological peep show

Mimi in her place

Me in mine