GREY SILOS FROM MY WINDOW. GRAFFITI ON THE WALLS. THE DAY IS SLOWLY SHIFTING AS THE SUNS ABOUT TO DROP. I HEAR THE SOUNDS OF THE HARBOR. DOCKERS ARE OVERWORKED. SIRENS BLAIRE IN THE DISTANCE AT THE BREAK OF DUSK THE CITY CALLS. WE ROAM THROUGH THESE STREETS UNTIL THE CURTAIN FALLS. WE CRAWL BACK TO OUR HOMES WITHOUT YOU THIS PLACE IS EMPTY. I WOULDN’T HAVE A CLUE. YOU’RE MY GARDIEN ANGEL. YOU KNOW WHAT I SHOULD DO. I TRUST YOU WITH MY LIFE. THERE’S NOTHING I WOULDN’T DO BUT I CAN FEEL IT COMING AT THE BREAK OF DUSK. THE CITY CALLS. WE ROAM THROUGH THESE STREETS TILL THE CURTAIN FALLS. WE CRAWL BACK TO OUR HOMES