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Beautiful the sky faded
with city lights tired over the crumbling sidewalk crowded with students back from a forgotten summer. Their faces catch the streetlights and shine across the pavement with lighthouse beacons. The night slides by with headlights and voices and the music from an open window. Heavy the sky remembers tomorrow and things to do and sleepless lives staring cold for the sun. Quiet streets harbor houses hiding faces behind wood and plaster and glass spilling light to wash away footprints smelling of cigarettes and beer. Dark the sky stained long with neon storefronts and stretched thin away from city streets. Cicadas and crickets dominate the dim graveyard held up by two lamp posts. Here the memory of daylight is faint and all the dreams have fallen. Crooked tombstones echo their remorse and shed thick tears like poetry. |
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