VII. sleepless cities

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in this restless city
that outshines the stars
and where sirens
always sing off key

late autumn breath
fills the midnight air
and tells me
bedtime stories

of cigarette flavored kisses
and tears of heartbreak
reckless young souls
stained with old liquor

of dancing in the moonlight
and car rides with stolen gas
surrounded by the echo
of laughter fading into cries

in this restless city
that never sleeps
I'm always dreaming
with eyes open

- May 8th, 2020

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