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Mar 2015
These concrete streets
And passing cars
Have become my new
Jail cell bars.
Trapped in a city
Full of strangers
Got me feeling so empty,
And alone.
Surrounded by gray buildings
And even grayer faces
All speeding past
In their own rat races.
Round here
Everything looks the same,
And there's no cheer,
But baby there's no pain.
And round here
The colors have bled out
And there's nothing left but gray
Within and without.
We're all so empty,
Broken and alone,
Trapped in this city
That is no longer home.
MKF
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MKF  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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     Seher Seven and MKF
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