How Does the DJ Know to Only Play Songs About You?

Love, or falling into it, is

a walk back at night

in winter, under snow and

silent, spreading clouds,

crossing the pools of lamplight and

ignored by sleeping houses,

heading off into the dark and

the cold,

hands bunched in pockets,

radio buzzing in the ears,

fire burning in the heart.

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