at the end of the

at the end of the
day, no one longs
for the city
the way they
thirst for those
southern summer
nights, lakeside,
sun all at once
inches and
tens of thousands
of kilometers away
from setting, two
systems of
measurements,
hand in hand,
two paces
from falling
.
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