Needle drop,
smooth groove.
Spin back,
let it move.
Streetlights hum like old jazz tunes.
Shadows stretch beneath the moon.
Footsteps echo in a quiet night.
Every breath, a coaxical streetlight.
Dreams are whispered in alley's grim.
City's heartbeat wears paper thin.
Graffiti walls tell stories untold.
A canvas of whispers, bold and cold.
Counting
cracks where the pavement ends.
Life skips a beat, but the record spins.
Night stroll begins, night stroll begins.
The air smells like rain not far away.
A cigarette flickers, its fleeting ballet.
Windows glow like stars
on earth.
Each room, a universe, a story's birth.
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