quiet night,
mostly empty streets,
and a splitting headache

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moon behind clouds
like a painting
in watercolours

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concentrated on not making a mistake
i fucked up
first chance i got

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tops of sky scrapers
lost in fog
lit from below

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first, snow on the cars,
then on the ground.
guess it's winter after all

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the music confirms my suspicion:
the people aren't real,
but it's really happening.

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voices distorted
to the monotonous buzz
of insects

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probably the first time
i wish it would stop
going downhill

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in the night
streets don't go uphill
they just slow you down

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he's surprised and annoyed
that i didn't vanish
into thin air

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