not at all.

not you or me. not butterflies, not even a rainbow down the holy sky.
not my love, not my friend, not your eyes, not your toothbrush on your fingertips.
not even a crush. not an appletree, not my mom’s soup, not your smile or what’s behind it.
not your breath or skin, or sand. not the sea, not the music, not us.
not what’s left. not what’s wrong. not what’s right or what does not belong.
just not. no thing. nothing, but all.

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