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Aug 2019
We used to measure the strings of hope that bounded our hearts together

Side by side among one another

The open roads more promising than the edges we would paint over

Time was forgiving, slow like honey

Whirlwinds of smoke devoured by the wind

Fire escapes to rest our bodies on

My head protected by your hand, melting into your lap

Exploring through a blinded trance

Dancing past drops of condensation trickling from cooling units

Emergency exits blinked loud with way and reason

Each warning sign ignored with sweet temptation
Dita
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Dita  23/F/New York City
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