the clouds kiss
the asphalt as the
city lays swaddled
in a sleepy fog
steel gray wisps
i tunnel through as
the canary in my
chest flutters against
the bars of its ivory
bone cage as fumes
flood the centralized
nervousness shivering
wandering ripples in the
haze hovering around me

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