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the birth of the night time.

 

 

 

the dying orange sun disappeared

in the time it took

to smoke a cigarette

 

gazing out

over the gold-tipped temples

through the hazy golden twilight

 

from the fifth floor balcony

of her apartment.

tuk-tuks & taxis beeping below

 

and the hustle & bustle

of daily life chattering away

down there

 

as the blue green red

neon lights

all come out to play.