It's a girl with a suitcase.
Three busses at a red light.
A cigarette to calm.
Strange glances from worlds away.
It's a fleeting beautiful face.
A chain that closes a park after dark.
It's a one way avenue that transposes a song.
A memory and a premonition,
hidden behind glass and blocked up a hundred stories.
Everything you could wish for between failure and attempt.
It's a heartbeat with the blood of poisoned gold.
It's larger than the life it holds and smaller than a coin on a cement stoop.
It's the white noise of scent
and a mile high meltdown of art.
A curse in the day and blessed by night.
Something to strive for and a dream to despise.
Everything and nothing at all.
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