one day, i may hold one’s hand
without fear. for now, let me walk
with my hands in my pockets
holding a handkerchief.
one day, i may look into one’s eyes
without suspicion. for now, let me watch
my footsteps amidst the cries of seagulls
fighting for a slice of burger.
one day, i may fall in love with one again
without thinking. for now, let me dwell
on sleepless nights spent trying to guess
the meaning of which side she sleeps on.
one day, i may forget what it is now.
hidden pilcrow 
beautiful
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