Night Street
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nelostenfoe
nelostenfoe Just an entity wandering the internet
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Then I am home
Under the canopy of a run down street shop
And warmed by the stick of cigarette I spent my savings on

Night Street

In the vestiges of a crowded city

Was a dying street lamp's woe

Only made known to the shadow I cast

My shoe splashed unto a puddle

Which brown taint foretold my future

Dirty and wayward

Then I am home

Under the canopy of a run down street shop

And warmed by the stick of cigarette I spent my savings on

Truly, I am home

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