dashing through the rain,

dashing through the rain,
heart captured between a wet
hand on my waist and

avenue a, under our
red umbrella, two as one
.
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perhaps the option

after dodging for

after dodging for
some time, the heart no longer
becomes sticky, the

mind catalyzes without
prompt, the meaning gets lost
.
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melancholy makes

just before bedtime,

just before bedtime,
fireworks
i press down hard
on these pages so
that the memories
will keep,
as a reminder
or a suggestion
for future summers
.
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apple of my eye,

in the swollen nets