The City
Once as beckoning fingers, now jagged Teeth protruding from a neon maw,
Screaming ceaselessly what is
No more a siren song,
But a dirge
Screaming ceaselessly what is
No more a siren song,
But a dirge
Key Words : Truth, exposed, unfriendly, recoil, new perspective, changed
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As I age, my values change, and so does the lens through which I view the world.
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