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Everyone is young when the buttery buildings are enshrined in their golden glow.

Infinite.

Slaves built this beauty.

E coli, everyone elses dreams and my yearning hurtle under us, lapping the sides of the boat.

The wind rallies us on cheering our names.

Couples gaze from afar nuzzling.
I nuzzle the safety glass gazzing.

What if? Do I? Do we?

Do you?  

The sparkles stop at midnight.