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Description
   The smog is heavy with the last dregs of afternoon sun,
      Dripping
               with
                   m e l a n c h o l y
   and a thick breeze that cools the sweat on my brow.
The sky is painted the most lonely of blacks and
                                     s
              c
                          a
                                               t
    t
              e
                                                                r
                              e
                                        d
         with pinpricks of light-
                       -Airplanes masquerading as stars.
The person behind us has their brights on
      . . .I hope it makes my face unreadable.
  The longing and pessimistic pensiveness the streetlights cast
               Are hidden in
                            s                                                s
                                        m                        e
                                                  i         l
                                                                                and mirthless laughs.
God forbid anyone discover that I lied when I said,
                   'I'm over him.'
     I'm a living cliché, staring at the waning moon
              between trees and neon signs
                                       . . .wondering. . .
                                                                                    . . .Is he thinking of me?
              We're going 45, with the windows
                                                    o
                                                    w
                                                    n.

  The wind steals the sigh from my lips and gives me an excuse to

                  a
                     v
                        o
                           i
                             d
                                   conversation.
Five words from a nameless song reach my ears.
                              'Someday you will be loved.'

That day is not today.

Description
   The smog is heavy with the last dregs of afternoon sun,
      Dripping
               with
                   m e l a n c h o l y
   and a thick breeze that cools the sweat on my brow.
The sky is painted the most lonely of blacks and
                                     s
              c
                          a
                                               t
    t
              e
                                                                r
                              e
                                        d
         with pinpricks of light-
                       -Airplanes masquerading as stars.
The person behind us has their brights on
      . . .I hope it makes my face unreadable.
  The longing and pessimistic pensiveness the streetlights cast
               Are hidden in
                            s                                                s
                                        m                        e
                                                  i         l
                                                                                and mirthless laughs.
God forbid anyone discover that I lied when I said,
                   'I'm over him.'
     I'm a living cliché, staring at the waning moon
              between trees and neon signs
                                       . . .wondering. . .
                                                                                    . . .Is he thinking of me?
              We're going 45, with the windows
                                                    o
                                                    w
                                                    n.

  The wind steals the sigh from my lips and gives me an excuse to

                  a
                     v
                        o
                           i
                             d
                                   conversation.
Five words from a nameless song reach my ears.
                              'Someday you will be loved.'

That day is not today.