Already feeling whimsy
I sauntered right outside
Stealing some girl away
From what she thought was her place
In the halls
And when we couldn't walk
We laid down
Looked at each other
Smiled
And tuned out the world
My sunshine lunchtime
So obscure and breif
Gifting lasting little things
Charging my tiniest
Cell-based million-millionth small panels
Soaking up light
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