the city …

leaving behind,
tears, fears,
of unknown tomorrows,

of lifes nettles strewn along the paths we tread,

far far away, from the numbing dread,

the despair, isolation, the damp sorrow,

while the city,
ravenously guzzles,

souls,
spirits,
hearts,
minds:

the city,
never sated,

ever prowling,
to be fed.

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