nothing
as we cant say anything
and we don't know how to stay
or just strolling like we used to
we choose nothing to do with us
nothing until you away
nothing until miles away
nothing until you get used to it
nothing until I choose to leave
dim
You are the city light after midnight. It might be dim, but bright enough to see whose smile spreads across the face like butterfly or whose cheeks turn red.
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