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Neon lights.
Reflecting in my eyes.
The only place I feel at home.
Alone but not alone.
The breeze can listen to
My many wild thoughts about you.
Left behind in a waste of a land,
I think I finally understand
How much I depend on you.
And I think
You
do too.
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Poetry~ Words and the alphabet rearranged. ~ All written by me.
