hearts on window sill

when the lights go out
and the city's TVs and chat windows are left lifeless
the lonely legs bring the living souls
to the windows and balconies of the lonely city.
and in that honest dark time,
the city sighs.
empty heavy gazes
converge in the heat of the city.
hearts on window sill
breath for life in the hot mist.


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