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the birth of the night time.




the dying orange sun disappeared

in the time it took

to smoke a cigarette


gazing out

over the golden temples

through the hazy golden twilight


from the fifth floor balcony

of her apartment.

tuk-tuks & taxis beeping below


and the hustle & bustle

of daily life chattering away

down there


as the blue green red

neon lights

all come out to play.