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candle lit shadows
on a rooftop
in a murmuring house of sound

smoky haze winter night
hands surrounding hers
as she cupped the wax-born light

beer on their breathes
chilled to the bones
the cold settled in both throats

talking and laughing
discussing and bs-ing
until 2:22 in the morning

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