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A silent, night sky is loud with the city’s glow.
Reflections upon the water; lead thoughts below.
the humming is fuel to the fire,
for the electric, funeral pyre.
Colors show who you really are around here,
there is no time for fear.
Or is there? - where’s little sister?
If you see her, say I miss her.
Wait.
Rain beating down like laughter on my ears;
...
Monday 4th May 2015 7:51 am
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