He loves her

Under the misty moonlight
and the thick fog rolling out the club,
I saw him standing with her.
They were next to a blue car –
she was wearing crimson
and he a smile.
In that moment the beat dropped
and their spirits soared.
Nothing else mattered for them;
only the warm embrace of the other.

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