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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Semblance veneer, a city's fear, cadence for ears, all who are brave. The rash of feet, like fleeing deer, No rest until their souls are saved. Canyons of steel and glass allow, crossed windowed eyes that do not trust. The same old story comes hollow to the unconcerned, just like us. Smack the facade, a headstrong plea, from lack of yield on some cold ground. For every crack, a fantasy, and from each step, a hollow sound. It's the snare of the promising, the hit mode of the undeterred. Not lacking the street-racked sounding, by one, to be observed. A thousand fearless and one bold fictions, soles worn thin against the gray. A pledge for their inclinations, conquer another taxing day. Bang the surface, a steady feat, A benchmark of yearning we hold. To gain a spot on this grand street, Not to be measured with the old, the failed, shattered, and the muted. Who fell before they gained their goal? We grow and push, we're not routed, metro's our will, no claim, no hold. Smash the dumb mask, a damnation, It's evidence of what we face. We tread ahead, we don't question, Our nature molds a nonstop pace. In this arcade, snakes slithered maze, We find our meaning, find our grace. Rest our weary bones on some chaise, We're winning in this urban race. Stalked digi-miles to cough out debt, found in scruffy leather and frayed. 'Hail Mary' caused tears as they wept, bills paid, I'm made whole, time for trade.
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