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Surprisingly the dusted air does not bring a gritty mouth? It seeps sandy, into the recesses of skyscrapers, gives bright blue pools a poxy composure. Its probably why the buildings aren't white but not why my teeth aren't It's accompanied by muted roars, a cacophony of humanity in the near and far. Indians eating Ethiopian, Pakistanis driving Chinese cars, Arabs shopping at Bloomingdales, Filipinos Filipinoing. A city that embodies the glittering gold of empty flats and abandoned offices, the cushion covered loungers and the overwhelming urge to jump from the 26th floor balcony. A squinted eye admires the Burjes. A shielded glance is spared for the Mosques. Their brilliance is solar, my sunglasses game is weak and my neck is starting to get sore.
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
The dusted Air
Surprisingly the dusted air does not bring a gritty mouth? It seeps sandy, into the recesses of skyscrapers, gives bright blue pools a poxy composure. Its probably why the buildings aren't white but not why my teeth aren't It's accompanied by muted roars, a cacophony of humanity in the near and far. Indians eating Ethiopian, Pakistanis driving Chinese cars, Arabs shopping at Bloomingdales, Filipinos Filipinoing. A city that embodies the glittering gold of empty flats and abandoned offices, the cushion covered loungers and the overwhelming urge to jump from the 26th floor balcony. A squinted eye admires the Burjes. A shielded glance is spared for the Mosques. Their brilliance is solar, my sunglasses game is weak and my neck is starting to get sore.
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
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