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in the middle of a cherry orchard there was a room.

there was so much love in this room
appearing in tiny nudges, elbows and smiles

and inside
we cried out over seas of glistening faces
for one another
but younger.

and tension.
there was tension too.
there was so much tension in the room
that you could cut it with a sound.

and we did.

we sliced and served this tension
our hopes and fantasies
like enormous cherries in a tiny orchard

which indeed they were.

and after all,
after a decade

pop:

we've stayed together and alive forever

our arms raised
palms to the sky
every morning somehow like every other morning.