Monday, May 19, 2008

antique memory.

by the time i have generations after me, this city will  be glass and foreign. 
character buildings collapse. 
fancy name conformist. 
what's real and solid.
we're getting rid of our ancestors.
the ones who laid bricks
with flare from there own country. 
eyes wide. 
leave these old walls behind. 
i'm growing with space. 

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