Ethereal

I watched your fingers grasp me in the mirror,

like moss grasping trees when the wind is at an above average speed.

I want your mannerisms,

to stay in my room forever,

the way shadows became permanent after an atomic bomb.

Take me to a forest,

and we’ll plant a life,

and remain there until the moss no longer clings to trees.

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