Good night L.A.

Crisp air. Now night.

Day suspended.

You wipe my tears.

Say nothing.

You remind me of my light.

You see me struggle but tell me

everything is already alright.

I start to believe there is another way,

I see it over California mountains,  over your hand wiping random tears from my brown skin.

And now it is time to say goodnight,

L.A.

 

 

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