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Day 341 – Skyscrapers

I have to pretend that skyscrapers don’t exist
or the shame of how small I am
will crush my spirit.
I have to pretend that people get lost
in big cities,
that the subways boil
and vacuum up the souls.
I must insist that I don’t belong in a crowd,
that I couldn’t live up to a world
which rolled me over.
And I need to feel there’s nothing looming
in the greater out there somewhere
that could step on me
and take away my tiny fire.
But…

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