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Mar 2018
Streetlights,
a false confidence.
The shining, shimmering idea
that there’s somebody looking out for you.
But it’s still black when dawn invades the dark
and as your night ends
mine stretches well into the sun.
Luke
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Luke  25/M/Ballina, Australia
(25/M/Ballina, Australia)   
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