i wonder how the city sleeps at night when the fog makes the streetlights shine so bright. i couldn’t close my eyes waiting for the sunset. waiting for a sunday that never comes. the engine broke down. the wheels are stuck. we revolve around ourselves like the center of the world. like a broken carousel. until we get back to where we stood yesterday. the clocks are ticking and the wind blows my castles of sand away and spits into my face but i know it’s just a temporary state until i change my address and the city changes its name.
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