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I Am the City
I am the city.
I wonder who strolls my sidewalks.
I hear the quick steps on solid concrete.
I see dozens of faces passing by.
I want to explore the many pathways of the street.
I am the city.
I pretend that I am just another face in the crowd.
I feel claustrophobic, surrounded by all these elements.
I touch the ancient buildings and feel their memories.
I worry that people will never really see my beauty.
I cry when I think about this.
I am the city.
I understand that I am not for everyone, but
I say one must believe there is more than smoke and concrete.
I dream of the hundreds passing by,
I try to touch the gray clouds of air.
I hope someday people will see me for more than just a forest of metal.
I am the city.
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