Stray cats masquerading in chiaroscuro paintings.
There's a hole so deep in the pavement, I wonder how many layers are beneath it.
There's a hole so deep in the pavement, I wonder how many layers are beneath it.
Suddenly demons of antiquity illuminate the construction machines.
They pierce my pockets for change.
Relics still in fashion our second hand jackets.
But the warehouses are abandoned under the towering expansion.
And as they grow so too shadows, a playground for the vagrants.
Three kings are parading, and I for one am waiting.
For the ashes and straw that remain there.
I lost everything in your hypnotic stare.
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