Winter Fragment #1

fairground

A crisp winter night
of sideburns and sheepskins.
Of fairground lights
that strobe through the dark.
Elected blasts out,
loud enough to shake our insides.
A soundtrack of screams
is magnified and amplified.
Made and unmade at midnight,
beneath the burn light.


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