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“my americano ripples like
the apocalypse in your
eyes and you love me like
fifth avenue in december.
every sunflower sleeps;
children under the snow
and you’re late to university classes
while i’m too early to hold you forever.
i can feel it in your neck.
chocolate raspberry drips over
porcelain in the union
shatters against a rosé breastplate
and love, i swear i had no idea we were at war.”