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I grew up in this bustling city learning its ways little by little Urban blood runs in my veins Even in the crowd the first ray of dawn and the moonlit night are not lost A bat , a silhouette against the moon, swoops through the night Light is never buried under dark Solitude attracts me In solitude I devote myself to religion, reading, writing and arithmetic Nevertheless I can't break my addiction to noise
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Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 3:03 AM UTC
the hustle and bustle of a city life
I grew up in this bustling city learning its ways little by little Urban blood runs in my veins Even in the crowd the first ray of dawn and the moonlit night are not lost A bat , a silhouette against the moon, swoops through the night Light is never buried under dark Solitude attracts me In solitude I devote myself to religion, reading, writing and arithmetic Nevertheless I can't break my addiction to noise
farah-taskin
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Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 3:03 AM UTC
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