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Darkness and broken wings
struggle up and down
beneath the jagged moon.

The city incense
smolders her hair,
artful, sweet, bitter.

Nicotine kisses,
salted tongues,
painful cries
by dogs lost
in the convolutions
of twisted alleys.
Then,
the silence
of three words.

(posted for Open Link Night at DversePoets)

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