gentle mirth

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Kiss me, a thousand times!

Black coffee and craigslist couches,

Your ridiculous smile and comforting arms,

I would never want to be anywhere else.

And as the skyline tumbles forever-

right outside your (our!) tiny apartment-

I wonder if the buildings get lonely.

Do they ever wish to the caress the gentle sky?

Outside, the obsidian night and lonely wind

Tickle my face as I pull you closer,

We are the buildings that reached the horizon.