They both move under shadows, with promises of fresh meadows. Voluntarily trapped in a useless city, no sense in having pity. Rather walking at night, appreciating the underground world, the freaks and tweaks are part of the tricks. Take it easy, somethings are sleazy. It is getting late, a bright night await.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
BRIGHT NIGHT
They both move under shadows, with promises of fresh meadows. Voluntarily trapped in a useless city, no sense in having pity. Rather walking at night, appreciating the underground world, the freaks and tweaks are part of the tricks. Take it easy, somethings are sleazy. It is getting late, a bright night await.
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