With labored breathing of dirty air,
stinging eyes look into the fog, the mirror
of the town that has no voice, no soul, no life.
Ticking footsteps make hearts stop and heads spin,
taking away what is needed to live,
and giving back soil instead.
A time-bomb is waiting within this ghost city,
and I cannot breath while you watch me,
eyes so cold and clear and hard.
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