Fell
A star fell out of his back pants pocket last night as he flowed his way home through the neon swept rainfall which offers no warmth to the sleeping ground and every sound is a laugh track to the sodden image of the rundown to your residence in the sundown estates where all the stars fall out of your pocket but they light the way
Night does not have to slay the day.
Yours in words,
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