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In Another Rain

the distance between
nations and constellations
is a semaphore breathe away,

traipsed rivers engrave
                       star reflections
                                  fallen branches
into her tome

the distance between
rotation and the wheel
is tomorrow’s destination,

lungs of our city walls
exhale ruins for citadel colours,
aurora flights strengthen streets
name the city a different kind of grace

river bleeds beneath our skins
as we dared to open our eyes,
and in this moment
not only shadows lengthen
Written by Strangeways_Rob
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Author's Note
"And if you ever need self-validation, just meet me in the alley by the railway station." Morrissey. Of course it is. Through deserted streets to the river bank.
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