The City
So there is this city..
Doesn’t look so pretty
Where spider man stays
Where huge pictures lay
In the middle of the day
I don’t know what to say..
Because in this dull city
Everything’s so gritty
Advertisements everywhere
You just want to stare..
At what you may ask?
At the mask that covers the past
In Hollywood?
Where everything once stood
A dark and marked memory
What’s been around for more than a century
Caught in a moment of time
On a lame frame that I couldn’t call mine..
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