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Current mood:  blah
Pay me no mind. I accompanied a friend into the city today and nothing offsets sleep deprivation and the sweet reek of sewer like pretentious verse.
Soaked in the sidewalk steam
Their rows of bending barrels standing
Sordid scourges on the concrete
The gilded ladies with their burning skin
And glittered shadow on their eyes
Lifting legs out to mayflies
At midday
They lay amongst the structure gods
Whose crooked teeth are carved from stone and
Jewelled with glass and steely scaffolds
Standing ever so taciturn and meek
While turrets and sirens break from the bedrock
Cool and shattering the streets
At night
ilu, baltimore, you wretched concrete jungle you.
2:40 PM
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