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Neon Nights
There was a quiet hum of the sign above me
from the sky, there were tears
I looked down, glancing at others running
while I aimed my focus to the lakes below my feet
Constantly rerunning memories that have passed
through the puddles of tears in the streets
I knew she stopped thinking of me, and that was it
her thoughts belonged to someone else
I looked up at the sign, hearing the constant hum
resonating like a heart monitor. I read the sign
illuminating red, saying them aloud,
”Closed.”
Cross my heart, hope to die, to my lover I’d never lie.
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