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the sky has the icy stare of a rejected ex-lover
the city shows no mercy towards the thinker in distress
the pavement is disrespected like an ambitious woman
the city is the ashtray where I put out my self-esteem

the train moves with the urgency of time itself
the city has cluttered my desk, my mind, my soul
the people go about their business without an ounce of thought
the city hollows out the most attentive of hearts

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Publicerad 2023-01-05 14:10

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