Wide Open
Caring for more than a day
Time stored up ever they say
Day work in motion
For when night comes
Work is finished
Stalking enters
With all it's splendor
Night creatures
Moves so tender
Hanging out at corner
Clubs
Exchanging feelings
Smooth as a dove
Truth a void
Just out to play
The tune of off colored taste
That's where we are today
Pardon the noticing
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