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a new day in a new place filled with many a smiling faces and the frayed, soothed by an unexpected calm brought upon by the gentle waft that stayed a while and then some more like the kids playing, in memories from my days of yore the square filled with people and facades beautiful, strange and eccentric with strains of similarity, yet different from what i knew i watch, as some stay and some fade as i hold on to a spontaneous few the square begins to sleep but the night lights come on, as if to keep the sounds that depart from the transient gregarious square that holds pleasant laughter and innocent cries, romance and age, wink like fireflies oh but they all leave the square empty and void making room a plenty, for the fleeting sepia tone of a spring evening that strings several chords of resounding memories we enjoyed they clutch me and surround me and I let them take me to not so long ago, when street lights, familiar and parallel to the railroad tracks took me home, unwillingly, they disappear as I step on my shadow, the only brother with me on the street I walk back on so far away from home the place my heart, at times, pines to be.
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Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 4:02 AM UTC
A new place, the same shadow
a new day in a new place filled with many a smiling faces and the frayed, soothed by an unexpected calm brought upon by the gentle waft that stayed a while and then some more like the kids playing, in memories from my days of yore the square filled with people and facades beautiful, strange and eccentric with strains of similarity, yet different from what i knew i watch, as some stay and some fade as i hold on to a spontaneous few the square begins to sleep but the night lights come on, as if to keep the sounds that depart from the transient gregarious square that holds pleasant laughter and innocent cries, romance and age, wink like fireflies oh but they all leave the square empty and void making room a plenty, for the fleeting sepia tone of a spring evening that strings several chords of resounding memories we enjoyed they clutch me and surround me and I let them take me to not so long ago, when street lights, familiar and parallel to the railroad tracks took me home, unwillingly, they disappear as I step on my shadow, the only brother with me on the street I walk back on so far away from home the place my heart, at times, pines to be.
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Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 4:02 AM UTC
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