A stranger in strangers' eyes,
I'm bent and I'm broken
I know where I'm going,
but where do I wanna be?
***
Dark shapes against a charcoal sky,
crossing bridges on a moonlit night
The wind whistles through my hair,
and the smog descends,
strangling everything in sight.
****
Heard but not seen,
The ghostly battalion gallops on,
The light flashes sporadically,
Lighting up each little rivulet,
That streaks past my face.
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