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Imagine a city without access to the open sky

Gloomy day is an everyday scene up above

Dark smog thickens my point of embattlement

I could see, on its face, elucidation of despair

Seen so many times before, so many times

These pages will not just turn by themselves

World is so twisted that human life renders no value

Getting worse makes the element of progress

You could tell wisdom is measured by profits

Granted limits beset chosen destiny

If only you would swallow and digest everything

The epitome of greed, was not a single stranger matter

[February 2013 - September 2014]