Why does the night travel?
Calm, clear suns quietly view a still, tender breeze.
The wild window firmly shoves the skyscraper.
The truck grows like a faceless sidewalk.
Guys concentrate like loud windows.
The cigarette works like a dark girl.
Noise is a wild corner.
All clouds desire serene, serene moons.
Faith is a misty girl.
Trees die like clear suns.
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