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Cryptic burgundy sighs
lonely highway boulevards
carrying remnants
of "iloveyou" residues
past season's sun dews.
Into the mist we go
strumming guitar strings
of our shallow breathing
and slumber the weary
upon our bones.
Together we melt
in syncopation
as a word
as a verb
from rise to set
until the heart ceases to forget.