A thought comes to mind
And I feel the need to speak it aloud.
Hanging frozen in the air,
Each word looks the same as the next;
A white cloud of vapour.
I know now that all words are meaningless.
When I lived in the mountains I soon forgot them. Now I live amongst glass towers and I forget them too - until I look up. The unimportance of where I live...
All cities are all cities.
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