snowflakes drift
between us, around us
in a world of our own ...
she replies, I'll make my way
when I want, where I can
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in dim streetlight
a sex worker's high heels
squeak in the alley ...
sleepless, I open the window
to let out loneliness
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slant of moonlight
her wet lips on my lips
then her hand ...
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