To what do we owe this place?
This buzzing metropolis state,
This murderous engorged life.
We eat what we don't need, we wake when we shouldn't.
We are animals.
Animals in a zoo. Animals watching animals.
Spying to see who will break first.
I broke. Fantastic.
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