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somewhere
when the day dips into cool blue
dusk
we rest our elbows along your balcony edge and exist only as rooftop observers.
pomegranate seeds grate my teeth as
you pluck them with your hands
Eating them like small treasures You’ve found

I feel as if my thoughts reach higher up here, like they are closer to the sky
you had this effect on me, love appeared again and you were the
reason.

— The End —