The Limbo of a Daydream

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By Olivia Steen

We are nighttime friends 
May not know each other's favorite color
We know where one another's body starts and where it ends

Our families will never know who we are together
But we know one another's most vulnerable spots
Start with the bottoms and then the tops
We cover our eyes and our hearts

Maybe we'd be good together
Maybe 2 AM is the only time we'll get along
But sometimes
Once in a while

I think about how your eyes would glimmer in the daylight
At 2 PM
With our fingers entwined
And we would know each other's favorite color
And we could go to your family's place or mine




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