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An unknown sun

I want to stray

far away towards

an unknown sun


I will find a lover;

A lover with the eyes

of a broken statue trapped

in the vines of the past


I will hold him

by the hand and

we will leave

behind what

old lives we

crafted out

of matchsticks

and soapboxes


We won't speak

until the next town over

where we'll watch the

neon lights flicker,

fading before the

garish plight of

ageless whores

and desperate drunks


We will watch

the fights and

the vomit on the

sidewalk rot in

the glow of dawn;


The mornings will

decide where we will

go or if we will stay


The mornings will come;

I will kiss you on the lips.

We will stare at the holes

in the wall while we breathe

in the dust of lechery.


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