The night sky is quiet | 1 |
and the ticklish wind | 2 |
is blowing on my long, gray | 3 |
polo shirt | 4 |
that makes me look like a clear skin | 5 |
Batman prowling Gotham City | 6 |
on a hot night. | 7 |
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Slow steps, upon slow steps | 8 |
I take. | 9 |
As I am outside and in my gentle dream world | 10 |
all at the sametime. | 11 |
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I slowly stop | 12 |
to feel a very light tanned skin | 13 |
that without a doubt would | 14 |
have suffered in the Texas atmosphere. | 15 |
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I gaze | 16 |
and let nature take its course. | 17 |