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My city,yet so strange
Home, yet uninhabited
Free, yet so expensive
Fast, yet ambling along
Old, yet what is happening
Wealthy, yet so inpovished
Dark, yet full of light
peaceful,yet never asleep
I see your moon, as I rush from my second job.
I am tired as I flee to the subway.
I see young people in nice cloths get into a taxi.
I see the rush,yet I feel the peace.
I hear the noice, yet I feel the quiet.
I see the street sign, a sign of high fashion
A sign of trendiness and class
I feel the cool crisp air through my second hand coat.
I love my messed up, hyped up city.
It is home,espcially after the stores have closed
and I walk alone with a million others to catch the subway.
A contest entry
- Black and White Images by silverscent.
525 points, ended October 7, 2008, 19 entries
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