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Their howls
pierce the evening...
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I passed up on dreaming
In favor of more realistic goals...
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It might be the poignant words
which I've not been waiting for...
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these nights, the air is in a drunken stupor,
borrowing spirit from our wine, daring...
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Outside my window
a man and his dog stroll by...
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If not about the ruins
that linger at the surface...
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Her body felt heavy pressing on the cold floor,
for the moon forgot to shine his light...
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You were holding hands with fear,
like she was a lover...
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Honeyed words pour out in a continuous
stream onto your collar bones, the horizon...
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You shall never see yourself between the lines,
or your silhouette against my poetry...
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Orange city lights frame the dark road ahead
As I speed along the empty highway...
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This city is a sad play,
with the most bone-chilling...