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Cottage Core
“
3 A.M. SAINTS
It is 3 a.m. again
and you are showing me all of your sins
by holding up your scars to the starless sky.
Painting the entire universe with gold
and clothing my velvet heart in purple -
we become saints within
those unholy hours close to dawn.
Still, the world is spinning -
even though it feels a little slower now -
while the silence carries us away
into the next day.
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CROSSROAD
Lights flicker above the crossroad shining in green now and then for people who won't cross and red for others - which won't stop;
The dull grey splits the city in pieces of lines and corners, sometimes outshined by heavy rain and flooded glimpses of chaos;
Broken glass upon crimson roads empty silence and nothing to say - while the city sleeps on and will awake, eventually.
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