urban life
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It's 12:07AM here. I'm thinking about howSome people can listen to laughs in a sea of sadness yet not feel happy for them or marry a heart of blackness after they've already found a rare golden gem. I'm thinking about how A stitch in time saves ni
Harmonic high-rises
rise along
heartbeat highways
across
rose thorn roads
Luminescent light
stretches down
gossamer wings
of humanity.
I dream
a small dream.
