Suburbs
Beep, Honk, Crash
The city is in an uproar, but from the outside, it sits in
Silence
A series of quiet calm buildings
Flashing with lights and holding the souls of millions in the palm of its hand
Like you and me
The fear of being a big city, of being ourselves because instead, we sit in
Silence
Living in a world of suburbs
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