Orange
I'm at the edge of the world,
looking at you from afar
The bridges we've crossed and the pathways we've made,
I wonder if they've brought us any closer?
Stumbling for words,
my lips are trembling to make out the right things to say.
You, the juvenile delinquent.
The embodiment of youth and its dysfunction.
I hope you know what you are looking for.
For in the city of lights,
few stars are to be found.
~Dawn
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