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you peek in through the windows of the tall buildings.
two voices scream at each other,
and you think to yourself about how weird people are.
in the room right next to the shouting, comes sobbing.
and your curiosity takes the better of you, and you peek in.
his eyes are pretty, you notice, even if the blue is surrounded by red.
his face is pretty, even with the markings of palms.
he’s pretty, even if he’s been told otherwise.
so, you reach out to him.
bring a finger to your lips.
sprinkle gold onto him.
and you fly.
high,
high,
and higher.
the moon a silent witness and the clouds a passing admirer.
he looks down below and back to you, still in disbelief.
and you smile.
he giggles, trying to hold his hair down.
and you smile.
he asks if you’ll come back tomorrow.
and you smile.
you drop him back to where he came from, even if he doesn’t belong there.
the whites of his eyes are back to their original colour,
and the tears don’t seem to be flowing.
if this is all it takes to see him happy,
even if it will end up only hurting you,
you’ll come back every night.