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some nights when the cold wind calms
the cars stop honking
people kiss goodbye
I imagine all the ways 
my dreams are just too full
aspirations just out of reach

maybe this wasn’t meant for me
perhaps I wasn’t cut from this cloth
the wheels screech
my mind goes silent

I wonder why it is
we stop when every light is green

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