under a sickle moon
stars scattered carelessly
across the black skin of the night
when an inexperienced wind
tossed in sputtering bouts
on a stretch of weathered tiles
over the belch of angry trains
walking, I spoke to you
stars scattered carelessly
across the black skin of the night
when an inexperienced wind
tossed in sputtering bouts
on a stretch of weathered tiles
over the belch of angry trains
walking, I spoke to you
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