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May 2016
When the world is quiet
and the street lights are
gold
there aren't enough words for the
stories I've heard

When the sun is descending
and the lamps flicker
on
there aren't enough minutes to
talk until dawn

When the sky is an ink spot
and the stars are
revealed
there aren't enough words to
explain how
I feel.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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