Dead end

We look into your eyes bored
Where we often see ourselves

Entirely emptied of meaning.
We flutter our eyes in activity

Vaguely asking for a meaning .
Our eyes flutter as butterflies.

Our words suffuse daydreams
Like afternoon street walking.

They trail off to the day’s edge
And we both reach dead end.

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