I live in the city,
full to the brim like
a chalice of wine
with the beautiful people;
far away from the strange
and wretched places of this land,
away from difficulty, regret,
the slow turning hurting, so
as such, I have
faces to forget,
people to write off,
personalities to disregard.
Now, where did I park the car?
Where's the nearest free Wi-Fi?
What's the quicker route: District or Circle?
And when can I roll over and die?
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