Cold is the city
Unnamed, disappeared am I in its midst
In the face of everpresent isolation
Only found a sunset where you do not exist
Light and noise surround me
Stabbed — sickly fire rushes through my veins
One thousand feet pound the concrete
Malevolence can’t see me just the same
Darkness descends on me at every corner
Cold penetrates my skin right through …
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