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under the slanting rays of the December sun, silhouettes of this sin city eke loneliness, eating the timid and spitting out carcasses. its skies, ash gray the refrigerated air moody reminding wayfarers that here is no place to come seeking solace. as apathy rains sirens howl and crime soars the need to look over the shoulder more pronounced than ever before. the bottom line is everyone’s looking to make money, fast, furious and frenzied in this, my hometown- New York.
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Dec 31, 2021
Dec 31, 2021 at 7:29 PM UTC
in the big apple
under the slanting rays of the December sun, silhouettes of this sin city eke loneliness, eating the timid and spitting out carcasses. its skies, ash gray the refrigerated air moody reminding wayfarers that here is no place to come seeking solace. as apathy rains sirens howl and crime soars the need to look over the shoulder more pronounced than ever before. the bottom line is everyone’s looking to make money, fast, furious and frenzied in this, my hometown- New York.
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56/M/NYC
Dec 31, 2021
Dec 31, 2021 at 7:29 PM UTC
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