xxiv - sipping city lights and fireworks, with you

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we are on the ROOFTOP somewhere in the
CITY. winter embraces us in   deadly arms
of //// c-c-cold ///// of        misty breaths
mixing into the sky like
                     WHITE ROSES
(not painted with blood)



we sip on the CITY LIGHTS,    in winter,
oh, we sip on the    c i t y l i g h t s
and the SENSATION of  f a r a w a y
between  u        [10 cm]          s



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AUBURN'S                    POV


you're  holding a  red umbrella over us
as we stand
u n d e r
the  snow
         falling all around
         falling snow • falling sensations
                      filling my lungs
               &
        d r o w n i n g
i n                          f e a r
               &
u n  e v e n  b   r e a   t h i   n g
i'm scared i'm scared i'm scared i'm scared
imscaredimscaredimscaredimscaredimscared
         [after all this time i'm still afraid]



we've standing here for hours without any
words, just the unspoken ones.      time
                        p a s s e s
             in     slow     motion
like
             g r a y & o l d movies


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