The streets are all covered with dust and gravel
While the air is cold and dry
There are lights, glowing bright and radiating
It’s a moment soon stolen
But it’s the moment you’ve been given
A pause before the shift
Full of warmth and eager anticipation
All senses heightened
With a wish for an eternity in between the sounds
Compulsive nostalgia
And the crippling ache of love never-ending
You’re happy
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