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"estranghero"

eyes talk
and those butterflies flew
ice melts moisting the blue cup
by the heat of your smile
in this humid 7pm

you look my way
i glance to yours
and that funny old feeling
of deja vu

worth the wait
worth the embarassment
worth the awkward meeting
worth the risk

when zodiacs became
a fruit topped dessert
your breath trembled
as those funny remarks were uttered.

you dont know my name.
i dont know yours.
yet.