Not to erase my thought of the art

On the corner I stand, Looking for you, Imagining your glowing eyes, In the darkness, Under the street light, The haze of smoke all around, The town is dead at night, No one is moving, Nothing can be seen, Only lights of houses in the distant, Loneliness assumes most of us, Waiting around to be saved, To the next it seems like forever, But only when the moon shines down, Erasing faces of those who see, Being there as everything fades away, Right under you as I stand, Here as I find you standing next to me.
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