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Apr 2015
City of summer,
Firefly structures,
rivers of
streets and
    guzzling cars.

My mistress turns to me,
I feel bad about myself.

But the electric
hum,
the frothing clouds
hugging the skyline.
It makes me feel
like
nothing quite matters
except the
    capture Of
My moments.
I'll take advantage of it.

I won't flinch for time.
Bryce Perry
Written by
Bryce Perry  20/M/Boston, MA
(20/M/Boston, MA)   
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