rising to my feet
feeling as though floating
extremely worn out
wandering from spot to spot
hearing every noise that surrounds me
everyone playing their own tune
singing with all sorts of tongues
some sounding sweet others
pain my ears to hear
night blinks a dark eye
and a gently mist begins to fall
makes the neon city look
as if it were moving
behind me somewhere
a wall behind which I keep all
the memories I hide
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