Ame

lorn
smoke
agitates the
clouds into a
proper pink
as, vapours waltz
along the fringes of
her sight, lighting flashes
its tap-dancing skills – startling her
pupils into pulling the skin-sheets
and crouching inside – till
we reach the first
drop

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