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I am a City. Vivid. Strong. Taking all the footsteps, One by one, Tire tracks burning my face, And all the nothing people Will soon take me to be. I think of all my pitted surfaces Broken again and again, Hastely mended each time So they could only break me again. I feel the fire, Trembeling rock, And jets of water pounding against my pores. The nothing I will soon be is fast approaching. I slowly fall, Unnoticed and uncared for. Bit by bit, THUMP. A crew to fix me. THUMP. A little glue here and there. THUMP. Some cement should make it alright. They walk by , Seeing me fall apart They tell me to pull myself together, And I give them a small nod. But I cant anymore. All the cracks have gone too deep this time, For a little glue to fix me. But I have to. I’ve done it for a while now Haven’t I?
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May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
This City.
I am a City. Vivid. Strong. Taking all the footsteps, One by one, Tire tracks burning my face, And all the nothing people Will soon take me to be. I think of all my pitted surfaces Broken again and again, Hastely mended each time So they could only break me again. I feel the fire, Trembeling rock, And jets of water pounding against my pores. The nothing I will soon be is fast approaching. I slowly fall, Unnoticed and uncared for. Bit by bit, THUMP. A crew to fix me. THUMP. A little glue here and there. THUMP. Some cement should make it alright. They walk by , Seeing me fall apart They tell me to pull myself together, And I give them a small nod. But I cant anymore. All the cracks have gone too deep this time, For a little glue to fix me. But I have to. I’ve done it for a while now Haven’t I?
maddy-molaro
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maddy-molaro
Canadian
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
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