Two stars on your neck,
Counting what I can see,
Three or infinity,
Uncertain of what I can't see.
Two stars on your neck,
Where they left your eyes unoccupied,
Open, but I cannot enter.
Therefore I stood at a distance, wondering,
If your gaze was accidental,
Or you bore the same weight
I had struggled to hold,
Just so I can reach the end
Where even just a graze of touch
Is what I can gain.
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