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The year's first 80° day turns into a 70° night. I didn't think I could love you any more than I did with the music on but found out I was wrong when you turned it off, and the silence filled with your soft singing and the sound of spring peepers, and the wind filled the car with the gentle woodsiness of spring. My heart flutters like the trees new forming buds as evening gusts blow dust between the flickering blue and purple street lights. I gaze up at the tops of towers blinking red, signaling to the airplanes not to forget them as they both press their noses to the lips of the glittering stars, the perfect backdrop for the perfect drive.
© Sephe Rose
© Sephe Rose
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