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i stand miles above and from town,
observing the little specks of pure white and monarch orange lights;
some lights cluster and kiss,
while some run and hide between botany.
through the lens of logic,
I hope you blush when I compliment you.
Oh god, sorry.
That was weird.
Can I start again?
It's just that-
I like you.
A lot.
