12 midnite- by george a crawford 3

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I do adore

as pretty as a flower
somewhere in her tower

the city is large 
steel and brick 

but she sheds the beauty
makes life blossom in a place of walls

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she will illuminate

brings a glow of happiness
in the lifeless halls

there is no tedium
she is the medium

the art work of my adoration
my inspiration

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mid night strikes

I can not help but to delve
she is my life's
utopia, dream

somewhere in the early morning
deep in the city

before dawn comes
with all my ability

she becomes
mine with endless possibility