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glimpses (Free verse) by nentwined
Disposable needles in the evening, orange-bright
for avoidance
speak of dreams
(avoided--injected--forgotten)
Cold wind chills bones that think they're
warm,
and a smile rolls back
into nothingness.
At last the pain (life) and pleasure (life)
blend,
and she (for one moment)
fears the confusion,
then gives in--
she is gone.
Pigeons nest
against her body
for some last vestige of warmth
but leave in the silence
of dawn.
The city
decomposes.
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