Never embraced someone with my eyes
We collided in the streets of Nurnberg
Munich staircases full of photographic memories 
Nightfall walks on cobblestone 
No phones 
Waking up in the middle of our own construction 
Pretty ink scents
A way with words 
Broken beds 
The start of nothing big
Misfits in a bit of romance 
Dear Universe,
Allow this to take place in another place
She is my paragraph 
I am her earthquake 
The brown from my skin running into hers
Soaked into a frenetic climax of clues about why
One in a long line
The only one
My heart 
My thoughts
The memories all get warmer


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