Happy bubbles

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When you leave, times stops,

A new reality emerges,

Taking down the clocks,

Replacing them with strangers.

Like a baby, you want to play.

Not yet ready for that piece of art,

I gifted you a toy train,

From three thousand kilometers apart.

And on that little toy train.

I'll ship you my heart.

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