Cold Come Down

from a booth, a smile in periphery
and carbonated laughs after adrenaline.
we breathe from the top of the world,
with the cold come down, all faces flush.
the rosy red blessing and its timeless cheers.
we came, we’re here, the darkest night
became our light.
from a booth, in periphery
we smirk at second sight.

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