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Metropolitan Phantom

I run through the streets,
Bounding over artificial
Rocks of colossal magnitude.
The world is my playground,
An awesome sight all mine.

I sprint beneath the city lights,
An apparition in my motion,
A ghost of times existence,
And a specter within the
Limitations of my imagination.




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