If I sell your favorite shiny black boots to the wrath of drought, will it wither under the stare of the sun? The stories from city can save your throat for only so long. Past week or past life, your memories will betray you.
Instead I'll cover you with fluorescent lights, the moon will abandon you. If you love the cold metal monster breathing down your neck I'll let the ocean breeze know you don't miss it anymore . Concrete walls and graying streets, green fields of plastic creates such beauty that the softness of leaves is too insignificant to be felt again.
I'll give you everything outside so you'll never have to look inside again.
Instead I'll cover you with fluorescent lights, the moon will abandon you. If you love the cold metal monster breathing down your neck I'll let the ocean breeze know you don't miss it anymore . Concrete walls and graying streets, green fields of plastic creates such beauty that the softness of leaves is too insignificant to be felt again.
I'll give you everything outside so you'll never have to look inside again.
how counter-intuitive! the last line is perfect by way of its sadness and sweetness for this sort of commentary.
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