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you
the air between us is rife with things no one can see,
a tension where steel cables pull apart with a little twang like dental floss,
and the only thing that can hold on is that little glimmer of light that sparks and diffuses,
but never goes out,
as hermes races against time and space
knowing that even he cannot catch that little beam of light,
but he knows he can see it fading,
forever destined to sit in an abandoned parking lot,
as asphalt cracked by age and weeds
tell the tale of reunification
and the shadows begin to engulf the world into night
as the glowing taillights of your audi fade into the dim purple twilight.
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