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Highway Skyline

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Of the grass, that choked
Of the roots, that were were uncovered

Of the steel, that impaled the soil
Of the concrete, that became the new skin of the land

Of the people, lost for lust, flame burnt
Of the will - that of steel - to have swung the first shovel

No more.

Of that what died, of that what was to live on
Of the desperation that engulfed us
Of the craze that drove us
Of them

Of us.

Ultimately alone.

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