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  Mar 2020 Bijan Rabiee
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red wine
stained our lips,
with clumsy hands
tracing moonlight
on your skin.
our love got sweeter
with each stolen kiss
and in those moments
i knew,
i would follow you
to any ruin.
- all i could breathe was you.
the streets are quiet
the world is still
i finally notice
the birds chirping
on my windowsill
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