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when all is left alone and quiet

the door jams when you close it

and search for forever in each others' eyes

illuminated by the glistening string of warm lights

sometimes you have to trust the things you can't seethe quiet stirring, the nudges, the heartbeatssometimes the feeling, too profound for words,gives you the answer you need

the grey buildings and empty roadslong after midnight, i'm walking homegolden street lights illuminate the way but i shudder at their eerie yellow haze