The tendrils of my hair illuminate beneath the amber glow.
Bathing.
It must be this one.
The last remaining streetlight to have withstood the test of time.
the last yet to be replaced by the sickening blue-green hue of the future.
I bathe. Calm; breathing air of the present but living in the past.
The light flickers.
I flicker back.
-Yuri
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Thank you again Team Salvato for the Beautiful poems.
(Even if the poems have a dark meaning they are still beautiful)
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DDLC Poems
PoetryI don't own anything all of these poems are from Dan Salvato (thank you so much for creating DDLC). Anyways ENJOY!
