City

the city never sleeps.
the roar of an occasional engine as cars flit across roads.
the streetlights that stay lit through the night.
the gentle rumbling of wheels upon cement.
the background sound of movement that never quite dies.
the night sky never quite black or ever lit with stars,
rather dark tinges of purple, red, brown.
never quite asleep,
never quite.

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