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#writever Androgynous

In the night the compass of the world
draws close around us, holding us within
the circle of the firelight, or the lamp
that shines down on the street from an old pole
and flickers with erratic emphasis.

Ty and Mercutio stood outside Kleg's
where within a local band cranked out
some random tunes.
"You felt it too," said Ty.

"Perhaps I did," said wild Mercutio,
to use young Merk's full name. "Perhaps I did."