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Wednesday, August 10, 2005

wednesday evening in the city

one lonely lighted window
in the sky-scraping cliff of stone and glass
as i crane my eyes upwards
to the star-lit sky.

evening in the city.

i am feeling lonely.
--wednesday evening after the show ~ 10:30 p.m.


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