Window lines, a dressed building to the
nines. Lady in a red dress, the streets
are filled with madness, and fresh food
on tables covering dirty streets with
butted cigarettes. It's beautiful, chic. The
window smiles, the building sighs with
relief. Tomorrow, repeat. Life in the
mercat.
© A. Leigh
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 9:50 AM UTC
Window lines, a dressed building to the
nines. Lady in a red dress, the streets
are filled with madness, and fresh food
on tables covering dirty streets with
butted cigarettes. It's beautiful, chic. The
window smiles, the building sighs with
relief. Tomorrow, repeat. Life in the
mercat.
© A. Leigh
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