must have read
this passage
a hundred
times
before what you
shared
sunk
in
like sun
into unsettled lake
at first throb
of dusk.
sunset
the rust baked
skyline
hovers like a
jagged
smile
not a mile from
where i gaze
and inhale
its bitter breath.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
hands in the garden 
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