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On City Streets
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2007 The shadow is falling like raindrops in my hair,
The smell of black and white, the unexpected,
With technicoloured visions blurred, and tasteless,
We walk down these city streets, arms locked,
While the night eats away at our frozen tears, nonexisting,
Broken whispers, a past unknown and forgotten,
By not only I, but the world around me,
We pass by, locking eyes with somebody I could have loved,
On city streets.
