Shadows which slink through sunset skies on feet

That whisper along concrete streets and tiptoe

Through archways, filled with roses and ivy green,

All head towards a vision of silver steel —

A land of machines to increase crimson muscles

Which ripple with every breath of wind that blows.

 

Bottles of crystals shimmer and shine, mirror

The rising sun outside, casting diamonds

Upon the walls to shatter and flee

Into the cotton towels of sweating males

And females, thrusting charcoal weights into

The air, endorphins rushing around their bodies.

 

 

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