Face against the cold pane,

Mind lost on the wrong side of Memory Lane,

Fog clouds and hazes to transparent white,

In drains darkness and amber light,

The haze, unseparated, veils the stars,

Blank eyes brought to life by the lights of cars,

Smash the glass, rain blood down upon the street,

Rain runs, patters its steady death-beat.




The End

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