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life in the city
surrounded by concrete
a false world that maybe will someday slip away
i like to walk
head bowed
and listening
eyes wide
unfocused on periphery
if it's on my back
or in my heart
a song
a memory
a tiny spark
motivation
inspriation
pacifism
a cycle's terminiation
i like to walk
away from the lights
the city's creatures
crowded tight
and find my place
in the trees
among the moss
away from these
and find some snow before it melts away
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