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The city spits and swallows Leaving dirt pressed against its lips The hollow shell consumes Personality, Imperfections; Colored veins prove existence, Vulnerability. The city cracks Open, the streets divide The human marketplace Is ever-growing, ever-changing; Voices are lost in the medium, Trapped. She sits next to me, I look at her, ******* On a cigarette; Happiness sits on the Top shelf, sleeping, Wishing. She touches her lips, Feels the dirt, wipes it clean; The blood in her mouth Leaks, lingers Red like a plum,   cut, Scattered.   She dances For the people cold and Lifeless, A product of obsession; Full of sickness, full of eyes Watching her move from the dark, Silent. The city spits and swallows But never washes The dirt piling up And the blood strewing out; Like seduction in motion, Gasping.
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May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 10:19 AM UTC
City of Seduction
The city spits and swallows Leaving dirt pressed against its lips The hollow shell consumes Personality, Imperfections; Colored veins prove existence, Vulnerability. The city cracks Open, the streets divide The human marketplace Is ever-growing, ever-changing; Voices are lost in the medium, Trapped. She sits next to me, I look at her, ******* On a cigarette; Happiness sits on the Top shelf, sleeping, Wishing. She touches her lips, Feels the dirt, wipes it clean; The blood in her mouth Leaks, lingers Red like a plum,   cut, Scattered.   She dances For the people cold and Lifeless, A product of obsession; Full of sickness, full of eyes Watching her move from the dark, Silent. The city spits and swallows But never washes The dirt piling up And the blood strewing out; Like seduction in motion, Gasping.
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Italian
May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 10:19 AM UTC
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