Black and White Edge

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Dreaming at the end of the bridge. Holding ice cream. Watching it melt.

I wonder how the city looks when the lights go down. What do strangers do when they reach the edge?

I asked my fried to think of the edge. He mentioned U2. I blame the sunshine. It is inappropriately bright today. One of those days that make your ice cream melt before you start licking the edges.

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