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overpass
12:34 am / 25.12.03

In every midnight overpass their kisses litter the sky

faces presed to chainlink fence wet with warmth from

knit scarves

a drip of salt parts the snow

dotting the scape for others to follow

seven standing straight and tall

stonehenge in the winter

snow impressed by footed feet

and sky alight with glowing ends

of cigarettes

they kiss the ends

again

again

suck sweetly angel soft

blowing out the bitter smell

of old times gone,

old times still remembered

old times frowned upon

they kiss the ends

again

again

and when they've let go

their kisses hit

the impressed snow

or fly through links

and litter the darkened sky.

In every midnight overpass their filters kiss the sky.

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