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[Dec. 1st, 2015|12:31 am] |
glass, dust
rocks
thrown away socks
cigarette butts
cats
crows and rats -
I am the city.
bent grass
and trees
wind in the leaves
too few to breathe
too many to see
through the rush of the day
unhappy but unswayed
I climb
up to the light -
I am the city. |
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