Going silent into the wind

A town off the grid,
a spectre in this concrete valley.
The men, fervent in pursuit
of unrequited love.
The women, graceful
in their willing smiles.
Yet always on the edge of sleep.
And in the margins,
the fault lines.
Falling between
dreams and dreams

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