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Plane trails leave barbed-wire scrapes across the sky

Rolling hills and rolling clouds, speckled with clean sun

Like a lonely god I am called to rest under

The dripping awnings, musical with falling droplets

To drag quilts with me like capes around town

The edges of the cloth fraying and greying as I walk

Beside me, all the cars on the road leaking grime, black and miserable

Out of door cracks and headlights like tears

The wind shushes down the avenue, swirling leaves in it’s wake

In some corner the clock tower chimes

Without the intricate gears and metal it lacks

The pure romanticism of the hour

But then again, so does most things

I carry me and my heart and my messenger bag 

To the nearest coffee shop, never far away

Hug my torso through my jacket like a teddy bear

Buy a cocoa and cry on the drive home

Because the lonely gods say I should stay out all night

Freeze in some lightless alley and join them

And all I want is for no one to hurt