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in a city that breeds hooligans ingrates and indecencies, where the architecture of a lost era crumbles into brothels and madhouses, where shootings peak with the heat of summer, where new windows are boarded up daily and we chop down trees like fanatics, in the city I call home, in the city I love, destroyed by its ignorance, I am condemned to silent pleas and empty stares.
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Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 10:07 AM UTC
my city
in a city that breeds hooligans ingrates and indecencies, where the architecture of a lost era crumbles into brothels and madhouses, where shootings peak with the heat of summer, where new windows are boarded up daily and we chop down trees like fanatics, in the city I call home, in the city I love, destroyed by its ignorance, I am condemned to silent pleas and empty stares.
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Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 10:07 AM UTC
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