Blackness

His lips taste like pink lemonade

Tinged with blackness, temptation

His teeth are eggshell inside his lips

He jingles his spare change and smiles

Blueviolet light from neon signs

Flash in his thistle hair

Twinkle, twinkle, the night is silent.

Blue Neon Lights

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