I wish I could live,
In a night time city.
Perhaps down south,
Where the summers are wintry.
Of neon hues and starry days.
Away from the suns fiery gaze.
Among the concrete trees,
Home to the human bees.
Working, dreaming.
Working for the dream.
And I'll stay in a cell,
But roam unlike the more.
For my dream is that city,
That night time city whole.
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Often confusing
PoesíaSecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
