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maybe I like the quiet of my footsteps when I walk down the hallway alone maybe I like the caress of the cold wind on my cheek and maybe I like the electric feel of things that are yet to be
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Midnight Passageway
reaching for the streetlights, grasping the blur-bright of sparks on lamp posts the quiet lights. inside something was expanding and floating away ever further we didn’t see it go traipsing down the alleyways we walked under the bridge and it was gone forever.
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The Wind
Where does the wind go when we’re gone? twisting through the trees winding through the fenceposts where does it go when we leave? the years will carry these leaves far, far away from here the gravel under our feet just a memory. where does the wind go? a few moons many winds many nights…
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