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One Night

racing hearts,
after hours -
in his bench seat,
places they should've been -
like between sheets,
fast asleep,
but night time
put stars into his eyes
and they'd never looked
as golden as
they did looking up
from her lap
on a mountain,
because he's the type of boy
to keep promises
and the stars swear
she's his,
the only witness
to his lips
on hers
until the music
lulled them to sleep,
his strong arms
pulling her close,
their hearts
beating in time
with the only thing
they ever stole -
one night.



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