Chain Linked

December 28, 2007
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My fingers thrum along the cool fence.
Mottled razors, wearied by storms, jut from the rolling wire above.
Thick clouds squeeze the last coloured rays out from the sky, blazing to the split sidewalk beneath my feet. This final light illuminates small flecks of yellow paint trapped in the wrinkles of rain-soaked asphalt beyond.
Merciless shadows lean upon the stucco walls to my right.
I feel twilight conspires against me.
My hand grows numb near the end of the fence,
the end of the lot,
the end of my

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