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Evening Song
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Move your wearied feet
over red brick streets,
under lights,
dripping presents
out from the incandescence,
and I start to swim
in the stitching of your brim.
I hear the waves crush under
but they only reel me in.
Evening song.
Evening song.
I stop to care for a little.
It's not worth a fistful
getting my two hands dirty.
Evening song.
Evening song.
Evening song.
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Meesh Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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