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We stood underneath glossy lampposts & watched the
artistic faces & oil pastel mysteries wait at red light vacations.
We watched them smoke away their histories.
Drink your piano keys &
violin strings.
It’s time for a new calligraphy.
Because, Dear, the fog hasn’t set on your victories,
your life isn’t long gone.
There’s always a close ear to hear your voice plead,
there’s always love beyond.
artistic faces & oil pastel mysteries wait at red light vacations.
We watched them smoke away their histories.
Drink your piano keys &
violin strings.
It’s time for a new calligraphy.
Because, Dear, the fog hasn’t set on your victories,
your life isn’t long gone.
There’s always a close ear to hear your voice plead,
there’s always love beyond.