"-Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up ? Blinded by nostalgia..."

"-I can't say the words out loud so in a rhyme I wrote you down, now you'll live for the ages, I can feel your pulse through the pages."

"-I ponder of something great.
My lungs will fill and then deflate. 
They fill with fire exhale desire.
I know it's dire my time today."

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