On top of a water tower
watching the world
askewed and anew
colliding together
and unraveling our ribbons
removing armor
unconsciously collecting
then the sun appeared
undaunted by its brilliance
no longer haunted by the past
embracing the colors of the morning
and the possibilities
it holds
whispering to the wind:
just this once
just this once
just this once
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