11:35 the sun is now setting.
Splashing crystalline gold,
Over everything the light’s touching.
Streets filled with buildings old,
The color of porcelain and obsidian.
Off the street on the fifth level.
Soft music from an old, tired record,
Flowing out the window until it’s unheard
Sitting silently on the balcony, unstirred,
Feeling sonder as the sky starts to darken.
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