Gently, you laugh,
As if not spoil anything,
Or let anything fall.
The seconds are suspending
Holding tight to one and all.
Debriefed and documenting,
I secretly want to hear no more.
Did you have flames for eyes back then,
And speak with that Icelandic jaw?
This moment is my currency,
And I'll spend it god knows when.
I'd give a fortune to be him,
The one you loved back then.
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