do you remember that time
we stood under the moon
hands on our phones
your breath pixelated static
you said
"wish for something good."
i laughed and said
"why?"
"what good would that do?"
wishing for something
that might not come truei didn't get it
but i think i get it now
you wanted me to wish for you
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