Fade

Starting off days
Of anything but old tapes
Inside a forced memory
Of nothing new
Repetitive blinking
Of atonic eyes
A body, without a soul

Capital J

Tall buildings and night lights.
Faces as I walked down the streets,
and endless traffics.
A beautiful chaos, I must say.
A non-peaceful place, I must admit,
and that is how I found
an intense charm
in a city of a million dream

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