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Our hands met
like murderers in the night
we knew nothing of life
but we dreamed the same dream

Days and nights passed
(nights especially)
and I remember how you bit
my chest
without it hurting at all

We were
tunnel visioning children
in a hall of mirrors
until suddenly we tripped

I screamed
you laughed
and somewhere something broke

So what have we lost again?

We had in any case
our dream