the fountain's come back on.
i went there tonight, really,
i've only just returned,
and there was some
distant woman's perfume
haunting the air, tempting
me down to the water's edge,
and laying me to sleep upon
the rocks.
our shadows grow and shrink,
caught in the light of passing cars.
i grasp your hand.
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