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This city is built like all the other cities Atop lives and deaths long forgotten Covered in the dust form its excess The people, draped in costume and mask Rarely pulling them off Always making up stories to go along with their suit I'm a business consultant I'm a banker I'm a painter a poet a liberal a conservative an anarchist a national socialist Forgetting what it's like to be naked Even when they are alone But a few walk naked Hearts out, heavy with the weight of the world They sink deeper and deeper into a sea of trouble and worries There is no land to call home anymore for The restless wanders going nowhere fast Once forgetful But remembering what it was as children We play games with friends while spitting the fire in our breaths Atop the graves soon to be reused waiting to be buried in them so the city can be built on top of us.
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Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 6:37 PM UTC
Absolving Tender Memories II
This city is built like all the other cities Atop lives and deaths long forgotten Covered in the dust form its excess The people, draped in costume and mask Rarely pulling them off Always making up stories to go along with their suit I'm a business consultant I'm a banker I'm a painter a poet a liberal a conservative an anarchist a national socialist Forgetting what it's like to be naked Even when they are alone But a few walk naked Hearts out, heavy with the weight of the world They sink deeper and deeper into a sea of trouble and worries There is no land to call home anymore for The restless wanders going nowhere fast Once forgetful But remembering what it was as children We play games with friends while spitting the fire in our breaths Atop the graves soon to be reused waiting to be buried in them so the city can be built on top of us.
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Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 6:37 PM UTC
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