Sunsets are only beautiful
when there are clouds in the sky
I was a haze of pollution
you had nimbuses in your eyes

My yellows painted
your lips with sacred light
you made Autumn colors look dull
and deeps space turn bright

My streaks of light shining off of your hair
and your storms kissing my lips
let's get higher than the New York skyline
and create colors between our lips

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