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Now we'll sleep.
In a light less embrace,
A black picture.
Inked in smoke.
Our city's waste.
No hazy moon,
Will grace our sight.
Frail stars choked.
A blind sky.
Eternal night.
- Title: City Night.
- Artist: Nensha
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Description:
I know it's short, it's supposed to be.
It's a pointless thought train I liked the sound of, though you may not. - Date: 01/07/2009
- Tags: city night black sleep
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