NO

yes
is tropical sunshine

but’s
like ice

ours not mine is
rain filling the air with sweetness

let’s
the break of dawn

together rather than either’s
when roses begin to blossom

us
is utopia

reason
snatches them in one stormy fist

reality
the pile of bricks, heavy, here, on my chest

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