Number 16

Forget this city,
feel amazing
try always
to kill it

but slow,
don’t panic
act perfectly,
humbly tremble
silently admire
the grand, the empty
the crowd

and if you stare the sun,
brimful of sparkles
stinging your skin,
wounding,
forgetting previous pain,
let them stag you,
skewer of memories

and if it’s sunny,
you can do everything
and if it’s sunny,
and there’s a patch to sit on
isn’t it just great?

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