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The Fifth Time Under the Streetlight

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I wait in this silence, waiting for you
Under this streetlight neighboring the roads
Dead on a bench next to Jerry’s Tattoos
Waiting for hours as my body corrodes
The cold city, breathing only with lights
That blink on and off, as children hear sounds
And check their closets for monsters of night
That do not exist, but still roam these towns
You said you were coming, where are you now?
Miles away, if you’re coming at all?
A few hours late, I guess I’ll allow
But at least by now, I thought you would call
The lights stop blinking, and that’s when I’m sure
Once more I lost your deceptive allure



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