The city never sleeps; fog fills the streets.
Oceans beneath my feet.
The Earth spins silently.
A city that cannot rest; a hollow spot filled
deep within the chest.
Oceans in my heart.
My Earth sees sun again.
Cars that pass so frequently;
punishment is no longer begrudged to me.
The layers of grey dissipate,
revealing asphalt, concrete, stone.
The Earth continues to rotate,
but no longer am I alone.
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