He's not a good man, but fair.
She's not so quiet and looks like she'd faint easily.
They were both trying.
A trick
Of the Dying.
The pale shadows cast by muted street lights.
The cigarette smoke dances in circles above her head.
The hollow smell invades his lungs and swallows his soul.
Nothing quite like a four leaf clover as she rolled over.
The pain is worth it, all in the end.
I can't imagine they were made for this, twittering into oblivion.
He's at the end of the road and she looks willing.
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