I stand here in the city.
The tall buildings tower over me,
And the wind cascades around me.
The children and people wear fur coats.
I wear Gucci.
They smell like whiskey and cigarettes,
But I pay no attention.
I see the lights that the city visions,
I hear the cries that the city screams.
It was perfect.
Because I was here amongst the skyscrapers,
And within the atmosphere of life.
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 5:36 AM UTC
I stand here in the city.
The tall buildings tower over me,
And the wind cascades around me.
The children and people wear fur coats.
I wear Gucci.
They smell like whiskey and cigarettes,
But I pay no attention.
I see the lights that the city visions,
I hear the cries that the city screams.
It was perfect.
Because I was here amongst the skyscrapers,
And within the atmosphere of life.
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