Tag: grey
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Evening Stroll
The sky’s rouge / drew back / beneath their steps / overgrown with the sidewalks, / mingled with the dust of asphalts.
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Night Songs
The night – a hungry dark dog – / as licked the red blood of the west / and quietly laid down on the earth / three crows stand on my roof and curse; / one pecks at my heart, / the heart has bloodied my way now dogs lick at my ways