 | by
Claudia in the Titanic |
January 20th, 2008
the city pulses
beat,
beat
beat…
noises of music in
forgotten
ipods…
shoes,
shoes
on the marble of
city hall
feet,
feet
dancing in the
alleys…
hands,
hands
clapping
for
one soul….
rope,
rope
slapping as we
sing
to an indescribable
incomparable
music…
the city pulses
beat
beat
beat
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