A Night AloneA Night Alone:I've seen the soulsthat walk the roadsand lonely wanderers betransfixed upon the neon lightsthat shining like a seamay fill the streets and drown the painsin its surreal decreeof drunken nights,and endless sights,the empty and the freemy world still railsas dark assailsthe dimming talk of "we."The calming of the crispest windsthat follow like a dreamseems to refresh and cool the skin,though this may only seemto hold onto echoic sighsthat travel like a streamthrough subtle tears and slowly rearspervasive memory.And you can sing of silent nightsand minds that blesséd be,but the
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