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The city is a vast geography of

​where we made out or streets

​we drove in silence.

Now, summer is here.

​Now the equinox halts its blue rages,

​turns as placid as unread pages.

All the pellucid cities of Asia, you and me.


​Oh sweet, please don’t leave.

I think about you drifting slowly

​into a different dimension and somewhere,

I miss you in the hereafters

​that never happened.

Every time I say I’m not in love with you, I am.