My City

Her skyline sings broken,
misshapen songs in diversity,
not often visited upon the shadows
she casts below.

Her veins the hardened streets,
intertwining rites of passage,
ever returning from nowhere,
leading to nothing.

Her arms offer only
a cold embrace.
Quiet sighs from damp lungs,
as she caresses me with
hypnotic hopelessness.

Her legs, long and sexy
like the lies she tells.
They dance to macabre melodies,
twirling me through symphonies
of violence and sorrow.

She is broken.
With hardened heart, and
a cold soul.
Her garden growing flowers of deceit.

She is my City,
  † † † † † † † † † † † and I love her...

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