It was funny
How as I stepped into my city
With its blackened air beating my face
each breath a war with chemicals
With dust, grime and garbage at every street
and shops which no one ever enters
With all the noise and clamor of traffic
and the neon lights which blind my eyes
It was funny really
How much I had missed my ugly city
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 5:49 AM UTC
It was funny
How as I stepped into my city
With its blackened air beating my face
each breath a war with chemicals
With dust, grime and garbage at every street
and shops which no one ever enters
With all the noise and clamor of traffic
and the neon lights which blind my eyes
It was funny really
How much I had missed my ugly city
My Dear City,
For every time I come back to you
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