Count on my knuckles,
One, two, three,
Thrice were the times-
We were held on a leash,
By our whims, desires,
Our elysian fantasies.

Count with me,
One, two, three,
Twice were the times-
The aurora gleamed with green,
blue and purple streams,
The pure madness of our elysian dreams.

Count on my knuckles,
One, two, three,
Once I remember,
you had said to me,
We bond over winters,
From December to January,
And we hold on tight to mild lunacy,
We were the children with just
a few elysian fantasies.

Count with me,
One, two, three,
Gentle touch to find,
From open wounds
To untouchable memories,
Watch with me,
Our odyssey,
Bond with me,
In an elysian dream.
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a/n : I had trouble sleeping one night and I thought : what if a tap on the knuckle opens a world of beautiful memories we've kept hidden inside? And I guess that will be an elysian dream.