Were we together last night? Did we take a walk along the bridge; moonlight gliding us past the iron and blood,the purpose and the pressure. The city could protect as easily as it could harm. That was what I used to think about serial killers.
Did I hold your hand? I would hope that I did, with the fog blanketing our affection, secluding it momentarily from the world, leaving that moment spiritually, universally, and forever ours - our own. Time does not own it. The Earth does not own it. We own it.
Just keep looking ahead. Ignore the dog urinating in the sunken eye sockets of its dead master's corpse.
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