Smoke rippled tenderly from the cover
Of far and foreign lights. Friends as we lay,
Beneath neon waves from twilight displays.
Tag: adventure
Sidewinder
Oh, Gods of such dust-swept towns, grant me leave.
I raise my cup. Whilst holding apathy,
My only defense, stars fell from my sleeve.
Keep them, wary Lords. The lights turn shady.
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