Saffron Sunsets & Silk Solitude
The city is a ghost I left behind, its neon veins now
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The Golden Hour of Being Mine
I left the city with nothing but a suitcase and an appetite
The Altitude of My Own Heartbeat
I left my phone in the car, and with it, a dozen
The Salt That Heals the Dry City Wounds
The city air was always too sharp, scraping against the lungs like
The Daily Grind is Over: A Venice Detour
I closed my laptop at 5:03 PM, finally silencing the relentless
