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Dec 2012
There are no stars in the city.
The street lights are bright like the bright lights illuminating the night as the steady stream of cars pass by.
Steady like dreams.
Dreams are the wishes cast from the deepest window of your soul left ajar,
The kind of wish one would never dream to admit upon a star.
Ayaba Babe
Written by
Ayaba Babe  Fort Lauderdale
(Fort Lauderdale)   
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