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Broken Moons, Neon Echoes

Here in the surprising brightness
Day fades away
Becomes a drifter
And runs off to the woods

Nightbirds fly over the walls of Paradise
Bent on mischief
Marked for slaughter
Swayed and swindled by the price of a prayer

Weary eyes scan the black marble skyline
And seek a place of refuge
With romance on the side
Golden mouths squeal at the sight of danger
Caught
Flushed white
Hungry for the innocent light and air

In the silent breeze of a blindfolded street
Some friendly bypassers hear miracle cures
Gathering ardor from the autumn leaves
And memorial minutes in clouds of witness
Like stray bits of shrapnel
Streaking the night

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