HereA Poem by Jacob L. MoellerA tired neon sign flickers OPEN" the cigarette butts still smoking act as signal fires for the lonely who need hiding and the restless lying in wait for another break of daylight
which might seep through the window shades and crawl past the doorway but it’s always midnight here I assure you. © 2011 Jacob L. Moeller |
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Added on September 28, 2011 Last Updated on September 28, 2011 Author
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