Pine Trees and Cigarette

We met unintended among thousand eyes
They were glared at unicorn at sky playing gameboy
With Merry Christmas Mr. Manhattan’s on
With heads nodded, banged
Feet jumped, hands up
We were on our own
I was
in amazement of being the only one whose heart
jumped out
seeing a boy dancing with plain white tees and parachute vest
“Twas cool,” all I could rhyme
With less than three-word small talk,
you destroy my life more than 11 whole months

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