and we will stand there drinking each other in, nonconformist little beasts that we are, under still stars barely visible through the smog and grime. watch while the worlds starts to shift, adding colors of deep blues, green, reds, as a painter slowly moves away the draping canvas. whispering poetry to the wind, swift like a prayer, almost a second thought as we experiment, pushing further away, as the world carries on around us.
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