Satin Evenings
bright reflected upon satiny curtains
the color is a shade of horrid,
the attempt at gold, shabby
but at least they keep out the inky night
a brother on the couch yonder
a sister rocking on the one over here
for once, not arguing about ice cream
eyes attentively breathing in
pixel ponies we are much too old for
...or, at least, that's what we'd tell our friends
ponies and unicorns, pegasi and alicorns
friendship this, and friendship that
but evidently enough to hold us here
captivated
mahjong abandoned on the table
tiles scattered about
coins packed in rolls littered on the floor
someone's sweatshirt there,
ooo, who's roll of dollar bills is this?
after another look, this place is a mess
well... I guess I should.... clean?
*shrug*
but you know what,
it can wait for later....
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