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(five fifty-five)

by aheartmovingoutwards

a cracked slab of concrete knocked on the front door. "i ache of tread and winter wind." it shuttered, turned a frigid purple (by winter solstice), and looked at its watch. (5:55 A.M.) another repetition of an engine revving. another star brilliantly, silently, waving goodnight. another coffee cup becoming hot and then, becoming cold.
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