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Darkness ensues, is it the clouds? or has the restless sun gone to sleep? No stars to be found, the city lights are to blame. Nothing below but fast walkers and loud talkers. Angry horns blare in a vociferous tune, I hate traffic. Ah, last cigarette, I’ll buy more in the morning. For now, I sleep. I set my phone to silent, I set the world to silent.
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Jul 16, 2012
Jul 16, 2012 at 2:53 AM UTC
City Nights: From Three Floors High
Darkness ensues, is it the clouds? or has the restless sun gone to sleep? No stars to be found, the city lights are to blame. Nothing below but fast walkers and loud talkers. Angry horns blare in a vociferous tune, I hate traffic. Ah, last cigarette, I’ll buy more in the morning. For now, I sleep. I set my phone to silent, I set the world to silent.
“I've read some of your modern free verse and wonder who set it free” - John Barrymore
david-keagan
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Jul 16, 2012
Jul 16, 2012 at 2:53 AM UTC
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