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The CityI love sitting on a bus when it's raining. I can hear the windshield wipers squeak against the glass and feel the strong smell of wet cloth as people step in from their flooded stops. The rain falls on the bus heavier and louder. It's gray and the radio is so quiet, like it'd be far away. Lightning strikes.The City
Cars speed forward and the water rises from the road. It's getting darker. Rain gets louder again and the traffic slows down. The road signs are hardly visible. The trees and buildings just sit still. Lights shining from a glass building. Dark alleys.
No people outside, only hundreds of brake lights coloring the r
by ~Nish-a
Closerwhen the two merge together and the quiet heart becomes the noise of a city only a pale light covers the moment of perfectionCloser
the world is only an old photograph whose voices have shattered into the sea they only see each other
stops for a moment and whispers so close and listens closes his eyes and falls
into the silence
by ~Nish-a
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