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the city's moon                                                    fixated in its peoples tics and behaviour                     crass and mentally fractured traction acts the loony satellite makes sway for rude construction                                                             padding our ego psychology nothing    simple    allowed we are all a manic reference of each other the city weather is steered                                      by currents of gossip withhold your info                culture clutches misguiding alliances     treasure your details                                                                     it is your only insurance this city                                             it's a view to thrill                                                            but it odors me til ill ****** privacy and get undressed too much time here   harbouring thirst       quibbling hurt feelings                                    signals ;  Life Emitting Distress so                                                     lock up the night city stars                                                   mar-glaring bulbs of pity-me                           staring about for vagrancy i flip up my hood              lucent pandery eyes span the communal routes    search us out       merchandise and mood i turn down an alleyway and am confronted                                           a vain and voyeuristic fan tail varieties cocktail of sales and entertainment ad lights send out sonar 'pings' wing-ed ; fencing judgement i wear pricy contacts to veil my retinas and my hood is lined with aluminium      i cough and concentrate on breath commemorate each step undertaken weaponize my walk eyes low my being is voided into guise heading further from the city centre i can straighten from my defensive pose in amongst the dwellings                            the urban effect dwindles kindled   instead   by the dosey soup wash of streetlights delights;   the holy crop of them webbing outward    retching past our boundaries                         shored back upon natures breath                       (so i imagine)
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Nov 8, 2022
Nov 8, 2022 at 9:03 PM UTC
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the city's moon                                                    fixated in its peoples tics and behaviour                     crass and mentally fractured traction acts the loony satellite makes sway for rude construction                                                             padding our ego psychology nothing    simple    allowed we are all a manic reference of each other the city weather is steered                                      by currents of gossip withhold your info                culture clutches misguiding alliances     treasure your details                                                                     it is your only insurance this city                                             it's a view to thrill                                                            but it odors me til ill ****** privacy and get undressed too much time here   harbouring thirst       quibbling hurt feelings                                    signals ;  Life Emitting Distress so                                                     lock up the night city stars                                                   mar-glaring bulbs of pity-me                           staring about for vagrancy i flip up my hood              lucent pandery eyes span the communal routes    search us out       merchandise and mood i turn down an alleyway and am confronted                                           a vain and voyeuristic fan tail varieties cocktail of sales and entertainment ad lights send out sonar 'pings' wing-ed ; fencing judgement i wear pricy contacts to veil my retinas and my hood is lined with aluminium      i cough and concentrate on breath commemorate each step undertaken weaponize my walk eyes low my being is voided into guise heading further from the city centre i can straighten from my defensive pose in amongst the dwellings                            the urban effect dwindles kindled   instead   by the dosey soup wash of streetlights delights;   the holy crop of them webbing outward    retching past our boundaries                         shored back upon natures breath                       (so i imagine)
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Nov 8, 2022
Nov 8, 2022 at 9:03 PM UTC
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