
Eyes in the shadows gleam
watching the moving figures
come in and out of the building,
the sun blinding, waiting
for an opportunity.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees

Eyes in the shadows gleam
watching the moving figures
come in and out of the building,
the sun blinding, waiting
for an opportunity.
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-Alina