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On went the night in staggering serenity. City blocks counted one, no two, in silent resilience, our cars always float on intensively. Our fingers tap in constant repentance. Trickling streams, novice actors, and your perfume filled in- The spaces where you wouldn't allow Midnight air, weather fair, shadows in our hair, a novelty pin. The streetlights ask, don't you know me by now? A lunar dance you sung to me, soft as a trapeze swingers talent. You fell asleep in summer's tree, I, I found my levels and balance.
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
Levels and Balance
On went the night in staggering serenity. City blocks counted one, no two, in silent resilience, our cars always float on intensively. Our fingers tap in constant repentance. Trickling streams, novice actors, and your perfume filled in- The spaces where you wouldn't allow Midnight air, weather fair, shadows in our hair, a novelty pin. The streetlights ask, don't you know me by now? A lunar dance you sung to me, soft as a trapeze swingers talent. You fell asleep in summer's tree, I, I found my levels and balance.
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Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
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