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mourninglight
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picture a gloomy scene out of a sherlock holmes story
the rain is crashing to the ground in droves, and the streetlights give their lives vainly to penetrate the pitch of this night.
streets are english..narrow, cobblestoned if you like..tall buildings close to the sidewalks; high windows are the norm in this development.
then the rain:
..hard enough that all other sounds are drowned out..the baby's crying in a window 3 stories up..the smashed bottle in the room across the street..the man shouting as he neatly avoids being hit by an oncoming car..
there's a figure on the corner
dressed in a long trenchcoat, and oversized black boots.
tipped hat drawn over the eyes.
hands in pockets
waiting
standing
on your corner
I'd wait through that night for you..
but why...
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