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the moon it hides behind the high rises of this noise bumps and grime he probably knows the evenings of the souls getting plyed home to their pigeon holes for when he retires at dawn they start again with vigour dreaming of better days they race without a trigger hypnotized they seem this rat race has no pity careful not to blink here this is maximum city
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC
Mumbai
the moon it hides behind the high rises of this noise bumps and grime he probably knows the evenings of the souls getting plyed home to their pigeon holes for when he retires at dawn they start again with vigour dreaming of better days they race without a trigger hypnotized they seem this rat race has no pity careful not to blink here this is maximum city
zorbathegeek
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC
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