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Oct 2015
5 a.m motorcycle
where you headed to
through the endless darkness
of the empty suburbs
yours is the night to have & to hold
sleepless & free
stirring up the wind
yet lonely
so lonely
I can feel it
whatcha lookin' for,
lil' Brother
not yours the comfort
ofΒ Β dreams & forgetfulness
(nor mine)
riding through the night
just killing time
in the empty suburbs
Dreams of Sepia
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Dreams of Sepia  Somewhere in the Universe
(Somewhere in the Universe)   
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