Work

Suit

Tie

Leather Shoes.

“Smells like rain,” the empty faced figure said.

Steel.

Brakes.

A million souls.

The metal trees filled with life.

A thousand feet in the air.

Too many tired streets.

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About dawsoleh

Pre-Vet at University of Lethbridge, hopeful 17-year-old writer, alternative music fanatic, an over thinker at heart. Mayfair, Saskatchewan, Canada
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