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  • one lonely night
    with a sky darker than the empty void of outer space
    and an atmosphere thicker than liquid churning asphalt
    when the rain was too sad to even fall
    and it just hung there in the sky
    like a dusty half-finished portrait of a long-dead man
    that nobody could seem to identify

    a little boy who had lost his parents
    clung to a rusty street light and cried silently to himself
    the concrete street stubbornly rejecting his tears
    so that they collected into a sad, flat puddle in midair
    which reflected the harsh, dim orange light slicing through the stale air
    from the decrepit street light towering above him
    "i don't understand," he choked out through raw and tattered vocal chords
    watery eyes blurred with pure and innocent despair
    begging for recognition from the looming lamp above him
    "why?"

    "i don't know either" came the hoarse reply from the street light
    as it fizzled out in a brief burst of smoke
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