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I remember well an evening,
Where the wind howls softly in our ears,
And the rain drizzled gently
Leaving dew drops on our hair and skin
That night,
Someone ate the moon
Leaving a quarter to shine
Despite thick clouds
Bike wheels raced through the road
The air filled with speeding laughter
Midnight tour in the city
Her first
My last
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Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Midnight City Tour
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