It was a night where
The mouths of the stars
Gnash.
...
I am driving down
The downtrodden streets
And my god the Sun
Burned through the dashboard
...
She pulled her dress
Off her insipid shoulders
And I saw her spinerette
Beaming towards me.
...
In the morning
Where the people
Are awake with strife,
I clench my fists
...
I can hear
Your threading pulses,
Your gravelly cries -
I can hear you
...
The pictures froze
In a guileful dance.
The Sun held an acrimony
In the devious guise of
...
I’ve always had a
Fascination with fire.
From centuries
To battles
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