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  • Ethan Heather

Summer Nights

I couldn’t remember the last few hours

Or how I got up there.

My sweat soaked shirt stuck to my back,

My dirt stained hands blended in to the black rooftop.

But here I sat

Observing the invisible neighborhood,

Then came a clash to my dilated eyes

The sky was like a vibrant painting I had seen so many times before

But never quite like this.

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