Let's take the time to write our names in the sky
With the burning retinas of a shaky camera.
Our canvas turns a lighter shade of night
As calm as the stillness of the earliest morning
Where the only movements are soft flashing red lights
And a couple haphazard headlights.
They sniff the pavement for home,
Or somewhere that they think that sleepy eyes will never know.
The deep blue retells truths that align like a cast,
But I'm breaking this shell and letting it come to pass.
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