I walk, surrounded by
tall
Creations, which evoke a
small
Amount of joy - a huge
wall.
Can gently written
letters
Make my sad depression
better?
You make my eyes wetter-
Like a lantern you are,
Bright like a North
Star!
But why are you so far?
This city is the
culprit,
And I feel like the
victim.
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