thick fog:
streetlights twine
through maple leaves
softly, in pace,
past teens on the swings:
(2 a.m.) pendulums swaying...
haze of the night
like stratified time
(your hand in my hair)
(knees damp on the grass)
(overexposed)
moment replayed:
lines overlaid
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