Culture
Saturated streets of crumbled ancient inheritance,
Forgotten history condemned by our corroded eye,
Dresses that no longer dance, words that float without significance,
Colors that no longer have a meaning, Culture? What Culture? You can not cherish what
does not exist. And you can miss something you never had.
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