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Standing on the overpass i stop to look away the endless stream of cars sprinting from under my feet dusky yellowish lights start to illuminate the night the city is beautiful at this time yes it sure is as the autumn winds blow coolness grows the heart feels barren for no reason though stars in the sky twinkle once in a while each one is an unknown dream each one is too far away a drop of rain fell from thereabouts i saw it so i reach out it touches my cheek slips out of the corner of my eye then in a trice It floods the cityscape.
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Sep 17, 2023
Sep 17, 2023 at 7:18 AM UTC
Overpass
Standing on the overpass i stop to look away the endless stream of cars sprinting from under my feet dusky yellowish lights start to illuminate the night the city is beautiful at this time yes it sure is as the autumn winds blow coolness grows the heart feels barren for no reason though stars in the sky twinkle once in a while each one is an unknown dream each one is too far away a drop of rain fell from thereabouts i saw it so i reach out it touches my cheek slips out of the corner of my eye then in a trice It floods the cityscape.
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Sep 17, 2023
Sep 17, 2023 at 7:18 AM UTC
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