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the sky is sopping up                 smears of weather from the city day filling out darkly   the portly host of the eve   ushers us into warm dens nature starts the night shift it appraises this night is rat dog    recovering from urban filth                                        rolling in grass dew and spoil the tainting of the air     is contributed to from abroad migration of contraband fumes (forest fires out west)                                      and the heat raises too populated   to hold a proper witching hour the night in shifts any slumber has its quality watered down                                      the constant street activity weeping sunrise   nights excuses stopper   inebriation rests arrested blight   morning light and everything about your crushable body smiles naked things i roll over to face the uncurtained window hunch out of bed and stilt my way to support my self at the sill overcast with an invasive muffle of smog members of the bright-time    pooling for occupation                       do not remember the night                                 it's simply poor sleep
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Jun 9, 2024
Jun 9, 2024 at 8:04 PM UTC
praise the ***** night
the sky is sopping up                 smears of weather from the city day filling out darkly   the portly host of the eve   ushers us into warm dens nature starts the night shift it appraises this night is rat dog    recovering from urban filth                                        rolling in grass dew and spoil the tainting of the air     is contributed to from abroad migration of contraband fumes (forest fires out west)                                      and the heat raises too populated   to hold a proper witching hour the night in shifts any slumber has its quality watered down                                      the constant street activity weeping sunrise   nights excuses stopper   inebriation rests arrested blight   morning light and everything about your crushable body smiles naked things i roll over to face the uncurtained window hunch out of bed and stilt my way to support my self at the sill overcast with an invasive muffle of smog members of the bright-time    pooling for occupation                       do not remember the night                                 it's simply poor sleep
25/06/23 is rough date of forest fires polluting Montréal
neth-jones
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Jun 9, 2024
Jun 9, 2024 at 8:04 PM UTC
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