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点击复制Streetcars hum like violins
spires rinse their light
Steam drifts from paper coffee
the city tastes of night
We read each other’s footsteps
on sidewalks flecked with stars;
posters peel like seasons
revealing who we are
A window frames a dancer
her shadow warm with fire;
we pause beneath her music
and borrow her desire
By dawn the bricks are breathing
the gutters learn to sing—
we’re raindrops in a chorus
made holy by the ring