- Swan meets a replica.
Lakes crate and some devils.
Blind husband, was overall glad.
empty tables.. crumbs... still some.
^<>^<>^
Screaming bridge,
Dead stare of a chipmunk,
eyes watering, going fast.
sky always fading... [l\X/l]
Neat hands, hands in pocket.
Cracked sidewalk, swirling wind.
Smell the gasoline being burnt.
Sand paper skin.
[l..X/l]
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