With cold hands you warm my chest
And regulate by breathing.
The world is ending
And nothing means anything, you say

but we know that little moments mean everything.

We could talk for hours, rebuilding the world
brick by brick.
Replacing roads with greenery
and menial jobs with days in the sun.
A utopia for everyone.

but that's too much for two people
and it's cold outside anyway.
So we close the blinds
and I put my feet in your lap.
We watch a film,
and build a utopia for two instead.



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