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- untitled at allpoetry
the moon is an exact semicircle tonight, and orange.
the cell phone tower winks at me with perfect wavelengths of red light. - Greyhound Cabaret at allpoetry
The beams of streetlights
Illuminate my folded hands - The Glassy Tenure at allpoetry
The bottle is empty, Its laughing insides spilled into a pipeline subway. - Balloon at allpoetry
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