winter shuffle (01/31/2016)

the day, the night, it was raining brass
simple, smoking shells
scorching those smooth-skinned memories
burning the cheeks of lovers
smoothing the potholes of the lane
filling freshly dug graves
but still somehow bouncing off indifferent umbrellas.
'This is just our life now.'

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