Tonight, the sky is a venn diagram of us,
You are the sun,
And I, the moon,
There is no overlap.
In some brief eclipse,
We kissed,
And blinded the rubberneckers,
So ill-prepared for such a dazzling show.
I turned to look at you
And burned my retinas.
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