You called me by my name
maybe I have been here before
walking on wooden ladders,
and climbing the moon
perhaps Jupiter was my other home,
maybe I have been here before
sailing on ice cubes
in the tallest glass of life
perhaps, stardust powdered both my skin
and my heart
invisible tapestry of constellations
in the shapes of fallen suns
reflecting of my eyes
maybe I was made of rain dew
and lemon-drops,
my soul
colored with pastels
and flirtatious butterfly smiles,
perhaps, me and the darkness were good friends
lights like summer braids
woven into my hair,
and mixing with navy-blue ash
maybe I have been here before
and you whispered
my name so well,
you called me love
and climbed the moon
with me
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