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Jun 2017
still frozen from the rain
grey shadows fall on my face
The streetlight's glare waning
drops cold as steel on my forehead
sullen and somber
shivering, syncopated steps
on stones bleeding blackly
under soaring clouds that live
where the former only dreams
for an instant we embrace
and stare darkly into our souls
Shelby
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