The city is a country Without any borders In this enormous world The city is a country For those who lack a home In this conceptual world This city’s in a country Because it can never be easy In this microscopic world
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Quick, May be that I can write a poem before my battery dies Where do batteries go when they die anyway? Do they illuminate the stars? Do they leach toxins on mars? And when all of their power juice in gone far away Should we burn them, or eat them, or throw them today? Maybe, [...]
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