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Wednesday, March 10, 2004

The Nights I Run

Windy and dark nights
I am hunting the streets
Never alone - never in company

The fumes of the city encircles me
And distort my vision
Always clear - never conscious

I love you
And in the morning you will be no more

The stars look down upon me
Twinkling in the same rhythm as my heart
I cause no harm to anyone
But my self

My mouth is common
My flesh is for all

I run the streets in the nights. . .




















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