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March 10, 2018
The city as some sort of garbage disposal
or the way things move if you choose

Sitting on the steps I thought of you
simply walking and simply being the best
you could, or thought to be, moving
through the streets with slight steps
in a sort of trance past endless windows
all displaying the perfect outfit the perfect
house the perfect library the perfect school
all the things you past on your way
to the place where the walls always seems too
short like the ceiling was made to keep a reverence
or knowlegde that your heights are touchable.