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I was surprised to see Victor Meyer smoking clouds outside, in the parking lot of the 24x7 vapid grocery store at four in the morning. the sky was violet with tiny stars littering the slowly brightening sky like diamonds peeking out from caliginous rocks. he looked up at me when I approached, his Stygian eyes regarded me has he finally noticed me? my heart beat to an unknown song when I got lost in those pools of lucid dark brown. if he recognized my puny self I'll never know but he did offer me a smoke. I jumped at the opportunity - took the stick between my trembling fingers I smelt soap and sweat on his hands as he lit my cigarette just enough light to display his almost evanescent face.

"angelic" i thought out loud through the wafting smoke streaming out of my mouth. "more like devilish" he said making me blush for a reason I know not. he said not a word after and I respected his silence. but he looked all so majestic wrapped up in his solitude with the grey ash, his everlasting cloak of shadow. I couldn't help but stare at this beautiful work of art moulded imperfectly to perfection with its fatal flaws. tomorrow when the effulgent sun shall rise again will he acknowledge my existence or will my lost identity evaporate like the memory of this quiet night slipping away to give rise to a new dawn.

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