Pale evening sights
All eyes at gaze
Some chase chance
Others choose coarse
Worrying wallets
Walls are not thine
Precious pains
Pebbles in flame
Crumbling hands
Sweat at shades
Shreds past rails
Tired of numbers
Vacant faces
Erupts at jaws
Foils unfound
A broken day
Alarms blow beat
Eyes outward
Life wayward
Mirror to the sun
Mourns and murmur
Time tickles nice
Anxious stills
Stealthy strides
Inert at heart
A horse rides west
Bare born fingers
Fiddles with fate
If it exist
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