it was
the pink sky
holding us together
while our limbs
were struck
between freezing
of the cold
or melting
from sheer happiness
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e v e n i n g
it was
the pink sky
holding us together
while our limbs
were struck
between freezing
of the cold
or melting
from sheer happiness
