above the dinner table
constellations decay
so slowly
andromeda evaporates
as we speak
drink tea
touch eyes
pay the check
walk home arm in arm
through eddies of dead
dry leaves
what a pompous fool I am
not here, but here
above the dinner table
constellations decay
so slowly
andromeda evaporates
as we speak
drink tea
touch eyes
pay the check
walk home arm in arm
through eddies of dead
dry leaves
what a pompous fool I am
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