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Nights grip

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.

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Published: Aug 18, 2018
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