City Poetry: City

Sights and sounds,
In the soul of downtown.
People laughing,
People passing,
These empty yet full streets.
The last memory of a dream.
Etched into the skyline,
Mismatched buildings.
Some old, Some new.
Money pressed into their hands,
Pills pressed into my mind.
Here there is no meaning,
Here there is no time.
In the soul of the City.

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[chris' girlfriend]

i love all of your work :)