Dusk
Broken glass glitters in the headlights along the lips of the curb
Footsteps crunched in oblivion
Percussing a nonexistent beat
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Tumbling bodies into the grass
A hoop, lit in perpetual motion
Limbs entwined; heart-wrenched fears exploding
Melting like fireworks against the windshield
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“It was meant to be like this.”
“Breathe. You are okay.”
Long stares
(This)
The hoop, never stopping
Colors, vibrant against black
Twirling as an elegant dancer
Reflecting against the earth
Deferring sunrise.
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