Streetlight Midnights

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Midnight, tuneful wanderings
streetlit, moonlit sighs.

Her heart pitches gently
at the humor of his eyes.

He is inconceivable,
dizzying in his cologne.

His tiny twilit turnings
are burned within her soul.

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