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A city once my humble home, anonymous now
Littering now with strangers with frown on brow
Where do I dump debris of my forlorn love life
Shredded into pieces by scythe and crooked knife
Whom do I narrate story of ossified tears
Who will lend me patient unflappable ears
Every night I board the last train to sleepy bed
Shout the story amidst the rattling sounds of head
Racing dreams and city merge in flirtation
Only to fade in morning with pangs of separation
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Isolation touches heart deeply as it is a noble expression of a soul portrayed elegantly
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