The city at night
the last great night
of a great era
The lights
the chill of fresh rain
of winter
of Los Angeles in
Mid December
Oh those beautiful lights
I fell in love
with you
years ago
They always fill my heart with love
When will we know?
tommorrow
next week
I have no control
I feel more wild than
the unstable air
Feral
wolflike
alone
brooding
but still
just barking at the moon.
How senseless
an act
because it will never cease
to rise
nor will
my will influence
Yours.
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I love this!
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