the pavements have the imprints
of the skins that once promised union
eternity as it were, yet it flew in haste
the rain has ceased but a deluge follows
tracking down the smell of fear
multiplying the scented candles,
of broken dreams and pupated romance
a music sheet presents itself
to the ragged drunk bottles of voice
singing through yellow, broken teeth
as deceit has run free, unchained
his bare skin dances upon her fingers
her mechanical heart winds his mind
behold the night that stole the light
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