An Unassuming sunset
Lingering,
Existing,
Over the quiet homes,
The square roads,
And the people that
reside
In the lives they've formed
From peices,
From shards,
This is the place that they
die,
Still other are yet to be
born.
A crack in the wall,
A patch of dry grass,
Things you will see
here and there,
There's no time here
to look around,
We're too busy looking
for stars.
And they come out, yes,
they come out at
night,
But we've already locked
all our doors,
We're watching the screen,
Hoping somebody's seen
These stars that we
still haven't found.














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-James
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