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Purple lightening and the cold pale night
The pings of hail put the lustful to sleep
with knives in and out of fingers.
letting go makes us liars.
as the light from street lamps
pierce through condensation,
half opened windows.
the sky wept where we could not.
with knives in and out of fingers.
letting go makes us liars.
as the light from street lamps
pierce through condensation,
half opened windows.
the sky wept where we could not.
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