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hidden loves in a far off places. to know the beast inside.
scorched memory of rejection incessantly ringing in your entirety; the loss of confidence.
always falling for the girls you cannot possibly be with.
streaming lights flash by like ribbons in the wind.
tired buildings lean on the blackened edifices, too weary from years of solitude, surrounded by the mismanagement of electrical wiring which loom casting their shadows.
strangers in a wide city. dreaming of bright days in the shallow depths; the hours cut short by the dogs which bark.
the ladies sit around small plastic tables in their costumes looking for that thing; that thing which defines their collective need for escape from everything.
green neon lights adorn the trees, providing an unnatural light to their long, drooping branches.
where to go from here, but up up, and away?
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