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Aug. 28th, 2007 12:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
river_meimeiThis city's never fully dark. There's no star-spangled black in this sky, not even the close second-best that a clear atmosphere sometimes arches overhead; here the light pollution is ubiquitous, and the sky's a hazy humid grey under sulfurous street-lamps.
But it's night. Night, and growing later.
When there's nowhere else to go, you keep
(flying)
running. One step behind, one step ahead.
River's looking for something. A key, a rose, a door.
But here, in the city that (as they proudly say) never sleeps, it's anyone's guess what she might find. And what she won't.
But it's night. Night, and growing later.
When there's nowhere else to go, you keep
(flying)
running. One step behind, one step ahead.
River's looking for something. A key, a rose, a door.
But here, in the city that (as they proudly say) never sleeps, it's anyone's guess what she might find. And what she won't.
