2004-02-29 @ 4:09 p.m.

Powdered crytalline, she shimmered under light, that blinding player of reflection. She cast a glow over street lights, and lit what was already so. The moon and stars were but flashes running on empty, and she a powerful fluorescent.

60 watts and running cold. She's white and blue and never warm. She's sterile environments and alcohol-cleansed needles. She's antiseptic.

And when cold nights need a sharp beam to cut a way for those who need, she's there to light the alley ways and burn your skin pink.

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