All I wanted was to see her again,
and again,
in any place, and in any capacity,
because she stripped me of my sad days,
and made me consider the quiet kindness of happiness.
Her hand plunged into her pocket,
lips, lost in a kiss,
breathless,
breaking down and born again,
without a sin, or a care in the world.
Stung all over,
shimmering in the sudden starlight,
singing to shame the silence as she soothed my soul.
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