disguised with inundation
hands of a mason's youngest son
across the crepuscular evening
thinking of you, soft as none
streetlights stilting, lighting sidewalks
(commonplace, not cobblestone)
shadows and headlights catching
twirly maplepods, competence, fastness
tattered greenmoon pearlights
as in, theatrics. smaller than innocence
a pistol: antique and unloaded
harmlessly painting a picture of none
still. "ain't comin' back."
malignant peace treatises
some remember, some forget
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