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The night can be so long and the sky can seem so wide and I'm an infinitesimal dot, alone, beneath.
One day, a long time ago, I spun a coin into the air from the tips of my fingers and as it sank to the bottom of the copper and silver mosaic, I wished for you with my fists clenched and my eyes shut tight.
One day, a long time ago, I spun a coin into the air from the tips of my fingers and as it sank to the bottom of the copper and silver mosaic, I wished for you with my fists clenched and my eyes shut tight.