Where streetlights flicker and windows gleam,
I heard her heels on dark concrete—
sharp clicks that carved the midnight air,
her cigarette a crimson flame
against a city thick with dreams.
"You came," she whispered, night held close,
her fingers traced along my wrist,
a gentle path through scattered drops,
her touch a spark, her glance a vow
that trembled in the lamplight's glow.
Her...
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