remember all those nights we lit up the room.
i pressed my face to the window and the moonlight pressed back.
or, when after a long night of drinking, we'd sit on your balcony the next morning drinking coffee. my mind spinning like tiny gowns dancing in a hazy ballroom.
i made room for you in bed.
or was it you making room for me? your body was warm with trust lying next to me.
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