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The plane descends Into a smog The sea barely visible The runway appears suddenly. A grey oppressive place, Large mountains looming ahead In the distance. They seem to be watching. Waiting. Cold, hard walls Reflections are all you see Staring back At you The customs were rough And crowded. A condescending look And your passport thrown back at you Out of the gates More grey The city's dead Yet bustling with people The smog just touches the top of the buildings You smell smoke. A concrete jungle Cold and Grey.
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Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 9:34 AM UTC
A Cold Grey Place
The plane descends Into a smog The sea barely visible The runway appears suddenly. A grey oppressive place, Large mountains looming ahead In the distance. They seem to be watching. Waiting. Cold, hard walls Reflections are all you see Staring back At you The customs were rough And crowded. A condescending look And your passport thrown back at you Out of the gates More grey The city's dead Yet bustling with people The smog just touches the top of the buildings You smell smoke. A concrete jungle Cold and Grey.
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Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 9:34 AM UTC
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