Leviathan
by me(whatever)
to Chloe
Winding down the rainy street,
alone and miserable and cold
the cat disappears in the blue-torn evening
where globe lanterns shimmer like fool's gold.
In a quiet town,
the rain piles up in it's own voice.
in the places the people haven't been
it echoes without a choice.
The end of the world,
From the depths of an ocean despair,
I walk over the silent roads
crying and gasping for air.
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