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Rains threaten to descend

  at odd hours.

There's more spark to white lights

  across drowning skies.

Sometimes they blink and bleed

  Like red eyes

gazing at their spots of crime. 

  Have flights been ever easy? 

Let's hum around shallow corners

along long corridors

feeling the moist dirt under that cracked skin.

Let's droop and swoon

for retreat

 Let's fumble and dream

and stare at the old Hill

Till the phantom speaks up

in Armaic, listening to your soul and its woe

as it finally breathes

coughs and cowers.

 
 
 

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