It was the air and the fire, and the whole city breathing under water.
(It was you and I, and our epitaph of last summer).
It was the raging flame, and the unfinished drawings of her flower.
(It was our eternity, and how the sunset started a wildfire.)
It was the flooded city, and the everlasting storm in Jupiter.
(It was her promise, and our silence that bursted into laughter.)
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