Blowing dust…
Scarring senses
Concrete jungle
Losing fences.
Asphalt roads...
Burying green,
Masked humans
Look machines.
Speeding lives
Desire more...
Losing ties
Bring in sore.
Blowing dust…
Held in arms,
My family
Biggest charm!
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