the first picture


Are inscriptions through all your dreams that dream about me.

They’re written in the language of love utilizing the alphabet
of heroes and saints, together to bloom through any appearance.
Any self of me with any self of you transformed us into poems
just to run from story to story created
by the fruitfulness of your hallucinations which visualize me.
Memories are seen even from the first picture.
So extravagantly your love rocks,
magically sheltered in the carrying stars to where you are…

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©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Nikolaj Grandjean

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