blasting stereos...

mid-autumn

swallowed into the hazy road
i walked alone on mid-autumn's night
no more lantern-geared children
it was getting late.
hah! chinese valentine's day they say.
where art thou, my valentine?
you were there
yet, you were not there.
i needed just a little more attention
but what i saw were white, polished tiles.
its alright, really
at least i found comfort
in that smoky embrace...

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