Non-Erotic PoetryDouble-glazed lifeA single smeared-pink contrail scarred the
perfectly empty evening, but the
trucks and sirens defiled that
blissful vacuity, so I went indoors and
hurled the sash down and
slammed the inner window and
shut out the drubbling noise that
spoilt the soundless sky.
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