Sep 11

This city screams
Louder than
The noise inside
A part of me
Has died
Underneath
These lights of lies
Bordering street
Not the skies
It was never right
To get so lost
In inhumanity
To get so lost
In things irrelevant

The moon
Does go unnoticed
And no one stops
To view or listen
To just how sweet
These trees
Do sing

Nothing is heard
Or taken to heart
And business
Will never lend an ear
To earth
Or mud
Or stars
Or hope
Or love

This
This is the
Epitome
Of death
And loss

Yet this
This is what
We define
As life
And home

cunting-fuck-face
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cunting-fuck-face  25/F/Spacey space
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