Greek Love
As she walks through these streets full of people who groan, fingers move on screens with a cybernetic throne. There is a sigh here and a cry there as there are lonely people everywhere. She raises her hand to the sky and lets their loneliness fly for even in the darkest hour, love can still be ours.
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