[ from friends to lovers ]

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from where i was sitting,
it was apparent in the way he looks at you
under the hazy glow of the diner
that he prayed for you

you were his cosmic revolution

if i could just reach out and touch
the orange flame of both your hearts,
i would feel them stutter on my palm

a mass of caution on the edge of a red string
growing on the wall between friendship
and the afterglow of your romance

soft happy looks good on you

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