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A walk home from work
traffic lights reflect off the wet balck asphalt road
the night sky deploys its stars to burn these retinas
as trees they sing the melodies of untold stories
and my black shoes carry me to the abode of warmth
and my mirrored self in window screens, depict my
ever awaited greatness, yet to come.
the night sky deploys its stars to burn these retinas
as trees they sing the melodies of untold stories
and my black shoes carry me to the abode of warmth
and my mirrored self in window screens, depict my
ever awaited greatness, yet to come.
Published 18th Jul 2012
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