Rubber soles thudded on the rock,
that endless sidewalk linking
houses to houses,yards to yards.
We were knee-deep in nighttime,
just spirits roaming asphalt rivers
fogged by a fluorescent hum
emanating from the street lamps,
the same street lamps,
we cracked open our newborn eyes to.
We left our lives in our living rooms,
now just rectangular flames,
stars embellished in black curtains.
Little shadows moving within them,
crying at each other to be let out.
Stories upon stories,
just turning to ash.
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