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  • Writer's pictureEmily Misura

cash's coffee

a fluorescent full moon

guided {us}

quilted moths.

gravel crunched,

nails clicked.

where the wall

meets the sidewalk

leaked the giggle

of a shared secret.

we've encrypted these moments

like the fingerprints

that grip the world -

gently, but with purpose.

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