Bazaars transform to alleys.
In the presence of the moon pretend to be highways to the suns.
They know not, no rubber shall leave its marks there.I chose to tread barefoot.
These seem fancy words, time is my friend , it'll bully you around it.
You are supposed to be a fleeting glimpse, but i stand and speak.
"Something flows from your eyes that is beyond a thousand false desires"
"as day comes , give back
that night-fantasy things you stole
admit your arrogance as stars do at dawn"
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