the magic is not in the cliched eyes
or a cliched touch
it is a feeling,
a feeling that is always enough

you are a builder of doors
a constructor of strange worlds
but for someone, who lights fires
you can be so cold

then, as i jolt in my sleep
and i know,
the planes i travel to are infinite

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i feel cheated
yet,
i cannot see where
i can feel the cheat

you are a star in the sky
you are the feeling
that is destined to fly

stolen moments
of a stolen touch
golden moments
but is gold enough?

i do feel so strange
and i am in a room –
but it is like the room has no door
and it is not old,
because i have been there before