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Summer Nights

I couldn’t remember the last few hours Or how I got up there. My sweat soaked shirt stuck to my back, My dirt stained hands blended in to the black rooftop. But here I sat Observing the invisible neighborhood, Then came a clash to my dilated eyes The sky was like a vibrant painting I had seen so many times before But never quite like this.

Summer Nights

I couldn’t remember the last few hours Or how I got up there. My sweat soaked shirt stuck to my back, My dirt stained hands blended in to...