i stop at blinding alleys
and stare at the blinking
neon lights that has your
name in it, like a clock
that lounged our own light
and darkness, i will never
cease believing we can
because we always have
sadness breathes under
the opium moon then i gather
the scent you left in my head
like it was but a few minutes ago
and that is all it would ever be -
because i surrender, because i remain.
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