1:09 am

1:09 am
prick of a dog barking 
down the street.

fucking owners, 
comatose or just simply
assholes?

moonlight, streetlight
shadows cast 
like skeletons,
silent,
like death,
one moment.
one. 
one o nine.

then that fucking dog
starts barking again. 

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