Shadows and shade

Shadows due to grow
at the cement on East Bank station
as those minutes do stand.
Fading like eulogy,
bitter coffee taste waiting
on crimson jawlines
for it to stir and twist
with waiting tongue’s bud. The patience, no reason for no reason
to have none.
Tanning like cigarette butts
and lead paint. Moisturize like ash. Another day wheres the time?
Somewhere crawling closer
bringing it dim.
Dig harder for your gold.
Somewhere that shadow shade for them at once too.

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