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David Stresow Apr 2014
Look at the stars,
and tell me where we are
while it's pitch-black dark
and cars pass so fast
we lose our balance

Look at me in
a gaze from our sins
while it's midnight dim
and we pale under lights
of a gas station
I wrote this about a love that's unspoken but definitely there

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