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For days we were sitting by the window in our tin roof hut by a grove of green green banana trees.

ceiling fan, rain, the sound of soft soft kisses

You arrive and all days turn to infinity, the walls fall apart, the sky and ocean meet, and stars appear in my room.

If death should take me on a walk, I will remember there is a possibility for us to lay toe to toe on the beach. And I would return to live a little longer.

ceiling fan, rain, the sound of soft soft kisses