gossamer demons in the night
Invisible under their cloak of darkness
Playful spirits flitting around
Weightless with arms like wings spread wide
The textureless black is adorned with
Sparkles of laughter
And electric pops of light
Like gunshots
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Memories from under the pink canopy
The fogged up window
The dawn bleeding across the sky
The light exhalations of breath
The voices downstairs
The cold sterility of the white morning
The only dirty thing on the street today is me
such an evocative last line <3
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