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Concrete backyard.
Graveyard for cars.
Metal maze turns to Jungle of people.
Rust and iron spine winds through.
This is a feast for the eyes and art for the soul.
Cement Rivers turn to currents of people.
People like schools of fish rush here and there,
Going everywhere and nowhere.
City sounds are the symphony to my ears.





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