Sweat
My world has changed since we met
Long empty streets,
shadow and vignette
You are the focus of my lens
I never would have bet
That I'd feel something for you
But that's not a regret

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I stand outside.

Harrowed serpents stretch
through the distressed sky,
eating the sun’s last light.
Street lamps forge motes of dust
into sulking elementals,
shambling in a dying breeze.
In my pocket,
a phone that will not ring.

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