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Happy high and boundaries


Today we sat in a pub
With a beer glass each
And a pitcher kept at our side
Which miraculously never emptied.
We were drawing our lines
Each with a chalk
They blurred... We crossed..
And came back to our lives
Tipsy. fudgy . Mud headed.

You said .. we are two lost souls
Drowning in a beer mug
I corrected you...
Nah... Drowned in beer pitcher
You said with a long face...
Do not look at the outside...

And then the universe started to expand
Or so my other drunk friend said..
(Rang me up)
So the tiny bubbles oozed up to the surface
And burst
Like stars in the sky...
And spread like dusts
Across our universe
Settled on our eyes...
As we walked past slumber.
We did not count how many fell
In my side of the line
And how many on your court...

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