brittle shaking generations of cities glittering
pavements host to city ghosts
now fully formed from small turquoise flowers
by believing he's inheriting all her hauntings
all her callings
though she's sold her heart sky high
laughing as the fluorescent lights flicker
providing a score
to the great glacier chasing
I fell hard to the ground and stayed
daring lighting to strike twice
wondering if the song would sound the same
had you remained
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