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passion fleeting

in quintessential rhythm

of the night;

the swollen moment

of dual emotive response

Hidden ecstasy

in the herbal teas

& the subtle concrete streets

the moon hanging out

chuckling at the young lovers

& their waning intensity

the heartbeat of the drum

keeps pounding the pavement;

the continuity of traffic jams

& rhythmic horns beeping

at intrusive stasis

This moment is over now

and that prospect

is hard to handle;

a thought of concise reason

that doesn’t really fit

into this scene

nor would we really want it to.

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