She's good for something. She just doesn't know what anymore.
No one ever looks at Stars nowadays.
While everyone sleeps, She walks these cold streets.
It's the only time to think clearly. When everyone has left.
In solitude, what's found. Silence. Anger. Pain. Frustration. Sadness. She Wept.
The Freeway like an endless River.
Her body melted into the Road.
And then; Peace.
While everyone sleeps, I watch over the Night.
And think of the Sea.
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