tops of sky scrapers
lost in fog
lit from below

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first, snow on the cars,
then on the ground.
guess it's winter after all

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the music confirms my suspicion:
the people aren't real,
but it's really happening.

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voices distorted
to the monotonous buzz
of insects

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probably the first time
i wish it would stop
going downhill

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in the night
streets don't go uphill
they just slow you down

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he's surprised and annoyed
that i didn't vanish
into thin air

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complete sentences
are out; now it's
personal insults

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driving fast
not to be someplace sooner
just to know I'm alive

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a street full of people
is even more frightening
than one full of cars

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