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Mar 2020
Flickering lamps,
Dimming circles.

Lights running low,
Damp pavement
Reflecting their soft glow.

A muggy alleyway
With another at its end.
Another alleyway,
Where the light has stiffened.
Something about my mind.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
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