Soft, hued changes.
Famous, impatient paces.
High sensations,
on skyscraper adrenaline elations.
Late night strides,
through side-by-side changing blue tides.
Yellow-cabbed, slow drive-byes.
Places, bestowed, with light and sweet sighs.
A hazy, shimmering, light shines.
On reflections of bright, hopeful eyes.
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bright, hopeful eyes are sometimes the most beautiful kind.
lovely string of words, here
xx
LuLu
Breakfast After 10
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