The dusk was slowly settling on the street
Facing which two friends sat
The aroma of coffee filled the shop
And they had so many things to share betwixt them,
Small but significant things,
Like their joys and peals of laughter,
Undiluted, pure, uninhabited,
The dusk looked perfect
Devoid of any ornamentation,
The dusk looked human,
All too human.
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