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Aug 2018
Car exhaust clings to the black asphalt in the rain dead of night
Street lamps and red light
Soft glow and crisp air
Building up to be left behind
Curling on it's self
Hauntingly wrapping around my ankles with no grip.
Written by
Felix Sladal
269
   ---, Gabriele and A Simillacrum
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