Strange place;
this city.
Nobody knows me,
streets are empty,
except for the debris.
I am not happy here.
People are cold
and aloof.
So alone
Just me and
anonymity.
A contest entry
- 31 Words or Less With A Prompt. by Exodus.
525 points, ended February 27, 2008, 15 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Hmm... I find this comforting. The knowledge that you could just disappear into a crowd. There's something serene about it. Thank you

