Calling All Angels
Leaning against a story books light post
Upon their corner of, 44th and Broadway ?
Taking one last drag while gazing at the billboard ahead....
Quiet became this frame ? Ushering, his muted techni-colour crowds
Cast amid a breeze as swirling about; chasing trails be it smoke
Emitted these embers; italic in jet blue to hail times cab ? Marquee's melting
Aneath neon's dust and what was ? Blurred, her rear views mirror calling, all Angels.
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