An Outlook on the City

August 20, 2019

A world full of noise,

Voices vying for attention.

Girls drenched in makeup,

Just one of the playboys.

Busy streets,

Blinding neon lights.

Gloom-brimmed days and

Stranger-filled nights.

Everyone begging to be seen,

Wants that next hit of dopamine.

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