On a clear day you can see forever
A grey horizon where the sun never shines
There is no future here
People come to be forgotten
A library of hard luck stories
Bound by concrete and glass
How we wish we could turn the page
We are the multi-storey strangers
Sharing solitudes
Never seeing eye to eye
Names become numbers
Junkie scum at 23
Everyone’s looking for an exit
Drink and drugs lead to many dead ends
On a dull day you see forever
In high rise
Hope falls
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