Severed they hang, on a night branch, hanging low - claws stuck. Silhouttes dancing, drums beating base - gut level resonance. Feet walk towards walls cracking memories, creepers running out. Rapid and random, street lights sleep, yawns and lethargy gifted to the moon, she smiles. Kerosene lamps, blue bulbs, silence fills, behind translucent hues.
31 December 2007
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