Inside the Painting
I imagine myself
Stepping into a painting
Of a strange city
With geometric shapes
It’s something I never saw before
Where buildings look
Like buildings but not
Also, the people have
No faces
It’s only their bodies
Walking through the streets
And their spoken language
Sounds like music notes
Even the cars
Run backwards
And their built
Upside down
I often wondered
What kind of place
Did I stepped into
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