Late april Late evening Powder blue
sky cools and fades to a neutral tone
of grey No hue No reflections
Silhouettes - skeletons of steel take
shape on the horizon iron takes the
places of air each breath tasting bitter
warm like blood
Night
descending in phosphorous little drops into my eyes sharper than the moment my stomach tightens as in acceleration
cars or at the certainly of sex and
doesn't pass
This is where the day has
led me This is asa far as I have come
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