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there are many colors in the air at midnight..........i prefer the visions that we can't see


nothing nothing nothing

poetry with dark and a boy to be robbed in italy

wandering in dark alleyways
i need to get in the zone
a sound, pop!
reactions
something in a lonely world of mist
no, no, no, go back!
time stops for no common man
a creature on the road less traveled
a grim sign in the eastern sky
ominous warnings overhead
music is the sound of the stream
hidden valleys discovered
dive - deeper, deeper, down
enter the shadow
leave the world of lights
darkness falls across
the stars cry in the morning sky
the streets rise up to meet my feet
i plummet into a cool nothingness
weary feet longing for an escape
no boat left on the shore
more  bridges burned
horizons fading to black