fingers intertwined,
zippered teeth, tumbled lock, key
pressed to palms, silent.
monger peddles brass
rings; skeletons of former
dwellings, abandoned.
cobblestoned twilight
above, uneven pavers
arch against our feet.
i should really stop writing about zipper teeth, but i like them a lot. okay. still not feeling very well. i hope to end napowrimo with a bang and not a whimper. i've been whimpering for a while.
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