take your beer
and follow me to the moon.
or if you like
the rest of wine
on mars or close to its sight.
it is hard
it believe feeling
you will see
of the wine
as i am approaching
methane gazer at the north pole
of your lower lip
your chin remains of your upper lip
your eyes remains of the lower one.
follow me to the moon
or make me lost
between the gazers of your lips.
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