Naked stars above us we sit
on the cool black back of the car
Naked untouched stars above
twinkling and soaring across the sky
as if to prove they have somewhere else to be
In a silent state we stay
Dreaming...
I give your hand a gentle squeeze
the frosty breeze rushes over us
as you secretly smile.
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