City Lights

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The glittering lights in Vegas can never compare to home. Now creeping into my mid-twenties, the love I have for the Bay will never grow old. I never usually take the time to swim in the midnight skies of the city
The sun fades as night appears
Filling my heart with accomplishment And the sketched atmosphere of the aloof stratosphere, I stretch my legging clad legs over the edge of Cloud 9
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