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neon_nights
Doar we run onto a highway
past the ruins of a stuck
survival, and we leave
all of our thoughts

tears left in the flying
under the beam of light
is this true of light
of this love growing young

where you will be
my chance in a lifetime
beating within me
strumming and singing in

the rain, performing
upon the lips meeting
a warm lost road
like the boughs drying

watching a sad occurance
living hard, and ready,
but the neon lights
are all we can see.

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