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"I Will Die On These Streets"
Look up.
Glamorous monuments engulf your view,
Sprawling, magnificent buildings,
Lights scattered across the night sky.
Look down.
Bodies lay seated still on the cold floor.
Nary a movement.
Alive or dead? - doesn't matter to most.
They're corpses in waiting.
Look.
Our beautiful city.
Our fantastic graveyard.
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