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4d
A spot by the rocks for
old time's sake, a river wide
divides city from

richer suburbs, trailing
the other side.

Thi city's buildings don't
exist,

only the primary colours
of distant windows,

port, and starboard marks
remain,

pixelated, and
dispersed upon the surface
of the river's

shimmering body.

The river is a road
without traffic,

I give way to the
nuances of its natural
behavior.
AydanL
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AydanL
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