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The city awakens with a light that shouldn't exist.It's not dawn, it's not a reflection,it's a green-orange radiance that trickles down the facadesas if someone had opened a fissure in the sky. Paul walks down the streetwith the feeling that...

alternating feelings collide in my skullshifting in the elements I vowto leave a storm to brewfaithful suitor of the darkmy lungs full of whisperstalking on the winds a specterwarded guard gossiping on the ethermy dreams spin, and my love...

melancholy dreams on a sorrowful dayseeding my mind with sadnessa dash of loneliness, a happy look on my faceit's the best I can managesordid little detail... happinesswhen it can be erased in an instantlingering in the shadows, of the...