We have broken the ice,
And what remains to be seen
Is how far we will fall.
The instant and overwhelming rush,
Gravity's cold slap to the face
Followed by a sweet embrace,
Drunk, of course,
Me torn between sinking and
Floating in emotions
And confusions
And everyone else's business,
It surprises us,
And I can't tell in the dark
If those glistening blue eyes
Are the oceans or the skies.


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