when the night sleeps

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The fairground stalls linger, 

shutters rattling in the wind, 

a lone vendor packs away 

the last cones of cotton candy— 

sweet air dissolving into night, 

traces of laughter 

cling to statued rides. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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