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Love Beneath A Streetlamp
we stood together in the cold,
holding one another beneath a streetlamp,
the lamp's dim light covering us
as I pressed my lips to her neck.
and we stood like this for a while,
enjoying one another in the two AM silence,
then fell onto the nature strip and kissed
as the morning fog closed in around us.