City streets are home
life’s bitter, never better
and passers by kin
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City streets are home
life’s bitter, never better
and passers by kin
— — —

For thrill of the high
seeker, on elevator
shooting up above
Every step upwards
painful than the ones before
stairways, life’s prep class
— — — —

Only time will tell—
shoving blame on the unknown
one unsure of self

Tiny ray of hope
visible sun, only just
a high-rise city