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standing under trees
with fluorescent leaves
the nighttime can make you young again
unfamiliar - it is to be explored and held tightly
till you know it
till you love it
till you don't want to let it go
or else you lose a part of yourself
night murmurs to strangers taking the same path
into a sea of abandoned cars and tilted street lamps
where am i.
a half moon is slowly rising
a conversation brings my blood
to a steady flow
I can feel it, I can feel it
and it beats fear and timelessness, again,
into my eyes, into my eyes
I wanted to tell you - I think of it too
I am far from an empty shell.
but instead my body listened silently
while heart beats grew faster
waking me from the daze the meeting before had put me in
I thought you stopped wanting to die.
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