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Friday, January 18th, 2008
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5:41p - The sound of sirens in the distance
When I wanted to get caught I walked
the streets on the rough side of town.
The downhill slope. In a crowd of
vicious faces I saw a fading shadow
begging for matches to strike up
conversation. My failings forgotten
behind a veil of small talk and smoke;
I felt gunmetal grey turning to an
embers glow behind hour barred hands.
A smile ticking off the minutes.
In the end you were just composing through the movements. Another missed
chance. Another broken string, tuned to the sound of sirens in the distance.
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