As I walk through the city clothed with darkness
There is an emptiness, a stillness.
When the sounds of trains and motor vehicles are absent from the ear
The starless sky blankets overhead with a dim hues of violet oranges
The stores go to sleep, waiting to be awoken by their owners the next morning
Salary men are quick to light a cigarette the first chance they get
Wanderers like me, just walking. No purpose, just to see where their feet will take them
The night fills my lungs and joins my body
and then when i come home
my eyes become heavy as night slips into my bloodstream
and then I keep on wandering through my dreams
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