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Friday, October 30, 2009/ 4:12 PM In this city Forgotten are the words of sanity Everything becomes so far away Incurable is the ignorance of vanity Everything becomes so far away We hallucinate happiness in the crowd We know nothing about each other In this city We are nothing But Silhouettes. So indefinite and so indifferent Of each other And Of the world. 'Jesus loves you,' someone's echoing voice 'I lost my job. I am a mother of three,' another In this city, We are nothing But Silhouettes. So selfish and so "free." |
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