Under stinking streetlights
Blinking in maroon evenings
Marooned in clatter and clangs
Merging mellifluously into
The clangour of your voice
Gleefully capturing used reels
With prints of greying moments
Memento of fraying memories
Chronicles from ancient lore
Spewing from you...
You integrated into
My evenings...its shades
And everything I own
You scream at me from minutes past...
Or is it your blurred, time-marred form?
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