Concrete sunsets in my heart cylindrical living, and the world is blue. Those concrete sunsets, and gasoline lollipops, color the waxing moon the color of muck. Shining stars and poison honey little girls in gray, flourescent tears staining. Square wheels turning and sand quenches thirst reading numbers on a oil spilled beach. Peace in war because dogs may fight among eachother but they become one against the wolf. Profound inspiration, found in a band aid all because of those concrete sunsets.