Wondering aimlessly onward
As streets whoosh be indifferently
Moon risen high looking the other direction
Pradas and Guccis stomp by boastingly
Prideful pockets expel unnecessary bills
Gas-guzzling monsters plow through taunting streets
Flashing lights and high rises envelope everything
Innocence dying, shrinking in shiny signs, blinking bulbs
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