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Stops to light a fag,

Shift ended, eyes merged with night-

Air like still water.

Bars groan with guitar.

Listening, her fingers flick.

Sizzles on her sole.

Stirred, she turns and clomps away.

Streets echo the sound.

From a fissure in the brick,

Gecko emerges,

Finally alone.

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