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Slight scents of perfume
Cigarettes fill the apartment
I lay in waiting on the carpet,
Content with her soft breathing
Rubbing my back,
Content with the comfort she provides
It’s gaining on midnight,
The bus outside is still murmuring
Early spring brings this warm night,
It’s too late to fight
Back under the fluorescent light,
The rain still tumbling through
Gutters of souls and gray eyes,
Reddening numbers are still
But I am not alone,
This eve is not untrue
When you choose to continue

- Nick DiLuca