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Jul 2019
5:32 AM

The cars come and go
Stars blink in and out
As the horizon grows a cleaner, hazier bright.

No color,
Just bright,
Just the addition of light.
Nothing you could find on the color wheel.

You left half an hour ago.
And I think you'd be impressed
By how drunk I've gotten in that timespan.
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-  24/M/Orlando, FL
(24/M/Orlando, FL)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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