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'where night is.... an iron bench painted green.' opal light love burning, narrow roads, roadhouse blues, flame of moon city garden cider roses petals falling like little red tides, curling edges, spells of flowers, magic in the swinging pub signs and the avenues, the cobbled streets running forever, little vacant space, love in arms thrown together, clicking stilhettos chips with wooden forks, here the moon runs with the clouds carries in an empty basket the fruit of the day eaten up, wild and high, our love, where night is a tide of black ink, resting after a heavy day, our love, sad tonight, beseiged by strong armies, almost forsaken and yet somehow survived, a delicate kiss on the landscape, content at last, reduced down to street blues a wish to wander, the laughter of a pub.
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:06 PM UTC
city night
'where night is.... an iron bench painted green.' opal light love burning, narrow roads, roadhouse blues, flame of moon city garden cider roses petals falling like little red tides, curling edges, spells of flowers, magic in the swinging pub signs and the avenues, the cobbled streets running forever, little vacant space, love in arms thrown together, clicking stilhettos chips with wooden forks, here the moon runs with the clouds carries in an empty basket the fruit of the day eaten up, wild and high, our love, where night is a tide of black ink, resting after a heavy day, our love, sad tonight, beseiged by strong armies, almost forsaken and yet somehow survived, a delicate kiss on the landscape, content at last, reduced down to street blues a wish to wander, the laughter of a pub.
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 7:06 PM UTC
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