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The night is wet,
drops of rain glisten
on a slick sidewalk.
In my hurry I step through
shallow puddles that
Glisten in the misty glow
of amber street lamps.
There is a trace of salty
blood where I've bitten
my lip but my eyes brim
with life and nonsensical love.
When we meet you kiss
lashes silvery with tears and…

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