27 I had a dream at night that I belong to you. I left my fingers in your fingers. I looked straight at your eyes, at me you did not look -- This was the only way of seeing. Your eyes were hunting after food for both of us. And in your eyes, my eyes were resting. I don't remember what I ate in your sad eyes -- Your eyes are all that I remember. I had a dream that I belong to you at night, My fingers resting in your fingers. Your eyes were sad because they did not see my eyes -- My eyes inside of yours were sleeping.


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