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The Beat Of This Night

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the beat of this night is a street light
incessantly burning to the rythym of its own existence
breath comes slowly this time in twilight
faces seem to melt into the background, unashamed
of the nightmare we've created
with purple lips that never kiss the warmth
of a sun that somehow seems outdated
by the wind that blows the cold along

we slap on tomorrows face like today is erased
smugded into the faded lines of yesterday
but im tired of feeling like my world is forgetting
what my heart has struggled to never forsake





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