you wipe my tears.
you have an eyelash on your cheek, you say.
you touch it with your finger, it sticks.
you hold it in front of my face.
make a wish, practically demanding it.
i close my eyes, and i blow it away.
what did you wish for?
to be happy.
that's what i wished for you too.
i get in my car and drive away.
i don't look back.
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