Dusk in the rainy city

and have come to me in a pile of pain,
queued in the city of dreams that were fertilized rain,
deserted streets, spruce and city parks have love on their own,
broken sidewalks and street lights mounted to the sky, leaving a dark day retreat in a corner, probably will be no surprises when you get home
find me to have merged into the smell of asphalt

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