As the sun sets, the smoke from between your lips is the only visible image. And you have let the golden sun bid you farewell to make room for the evening glow. And in the glow, we all become something else, against ourselves, by ourselves, and against others, we are the golden loners of love. The static from the t.v. drowns out your thoughts and the orange glow, shimmers behind the curtains... you are quiet in your misgivings.

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