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A new day a new haiku
What makes a city?
When is alone loneliness?
Where are you going?
Slumped between mountains
The melting city spreads and
Finds it’s own level
Lining your pockets
To pay for things you don’t need
What price is freedom?
The relentless hum
Millions of lives being lived
Restless busy buzz
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