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lemon
we walk down the streets
of a city named after the last thousand years.a breeze floats by
and for a moment your hair lifts off your shoulder.the way it doesn't touch you,
i want to touch you.there are traces of lemon in your light,
a vague sense of mint on your fingertips.the way honey tastes
drifts inside your shirt.entering the city
walking calmly while the light fallsis like listening to your voice,
like waiting at the bell by the riverfor a clamoring to do justice
to the patterns on the water.the way the bells never end
i want to brush my hand against yours.the way you drop lemon into your water
i want to live.
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There's definitely something to be said for originality.
*ducks an over-sized shoe*
