On nights like these
when the bus exits the highway
onto another highway
with no traffic, the city looks
like a melted snow-globe
in a dream.
And Miami
means something beautiful
for once.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
On nights like these
when the bus exits the highway
onto another highway
with no traffic, the city looks
like a melted snow-globe
in a dream.
And Miami
means something beautiful
for once.
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