Amidst the bustling city lights,
I open my eyes and let you go.
Memories of what never was,
Fade away, like the evening glow.
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Whispers echo in the vast expanse,
I gaze above, feeling the cosmic dance.
Stars tell tales of our past delight,
Shining brightly, piercing the night.
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In the dimly lit corners of a hushed room,
Silhouettes intertwine, eschewing gloom,
Words unnecessary, as emotions loom,
Captivated by a mysterious perfume,
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In twilight's embrace, where shadows play,
If not for her light, guiding the stray,
You'd walk unspoken, losing your way.
But there's a rhythm, unseen in the day,
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In the alleys where secrets intertwine,
If she were not a beacon, so divine,
You'd hold back, let no tale combine.
Yet, a hidden dance, in moonlight you dine,
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That craft you glimpse, my dear observers,
Boasts of once dancing with the wind's whims.
No vessel, whether by row or rudder,
Could match its dash or the tales it hymns.
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Celebrate, O stars and sunbeams,
and all that glows in the brilliant sky:
my girl's phoenix has risen—
the phoenix, the luminary of my girl,
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They drift in plain sight,
Faces pale beneath streetlights,
Hands empty, yet reaching
For a life they left behind.
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The dead walk among us, unnoticed,
In the quiet hum of morning streets,
Their voices swallowed by the clatter
Of shoes on pavement, of coffee cups, of chatter.
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I tried to run,
Through streets that whispered my name,
Through nights that swallowed my tears,
Through mornings that mocked my hope.
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