Spin me in your arms, beneath the hazy dream's cast.

Damn the sun and moon, we created our own.

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Are we not but ants, to these amorphous empires?

So, inhumanly high above our reach.

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So many things, to want or need.

I've never heard of half of them, my love.

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Oh the lights we'll use to see.

Will you take a picture with me?

#poem