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These city lights look for all the world to me like some spellbound amnesty but in reality they are the building blocks that bring the nights so I can see what is to come and what will be. Like ships at sea that head to port we're caught and cast upon the waves like bread to be dispersed saved ,reborn and nursed by those well versed in maritime and chandler's stores and sending those back through revolving doors to drown again, and how the night pours down on me slipping quickly through the city light where the building blocks become another knock,a twist of fate,and being cruel would stand and wait,while I, the traveller stand and hesitate to go on to stay? an end to an end or a beginning that would send me some hope,no pope here to bless me or you,just another city night to fight and fit tightly through until the morning comes and runs my fears away. I stay and am obliged to those contributors,interlocutors who saw me,spoke, and watched me as I broke upon the morning shore, score one to me and city nil until tonight when we will fight again.
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Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
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These city lights look for all the world to me like some spellbound amnesty but in reality they are the building blocks that bring the nights so I can see what is to come and what will be. Like ships at sea that head to port we're caught and cast upon the waves like bread to be dispersed saved ,reborn and nursed by those well versed in maritime and chandler's stores and sending those back through revolving doors to drown again, and how the night pours down on me slipping quickly through the city light where the building blocks become another knock,a twist of fate,and being cruel would stand and wait,while I, the traveller stand and hesitate to go on to stay? an end to an end or a beginning that would send me some hope,no pope here to bless me or you,just another city night to fight and fit tightly through until the morning comes and runs my fears away. I stay and am obliged to those contributors,interlocutors who saw me,spoke, and watched me as I broke upon the morning shore, score one to me and city nil until tonight when we will fight again.
john-edward-smallshaw
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john-edward-smallshaw
70/English
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
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