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NEON ABYSS

By M.M.Wake

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In chrome-lit streets I drink despair,


love’s ghost warm on my tongue.


Your eyes, twin knives,


unravel me


a martyr to lust’s brief spark.


I bleed beneath billboards


screaming happiness!


and laugh,


for even gods


die alone


in rented rooms.


 
 

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