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Concrete Jungle
by Christopher Fantauzzi
In this jungle I run,
alone but that of the sound of distant traffic; movement.
Busy lives, paths, souls, each with their own destination,
hitting crossroads, collisions -- only the strong-willed make it out alive.
For this jungle, alike that of the real wretched brush
holds tales of fear; predators and prey, falls from grace.
Fighting to survive we are lost.
In this jungle I run, I escape, I live.
by Christopher Fantauzzi
In this jungle I run,
alone but that of the sound of distant traffic; movement.
Busy lives, paths, souls, each with their own destination,
hitting crossroads, collisions -- only the strong-willed make it out alive.
For this jungle, alike that of the real wretched brush
holds tales of fear; predators and prey, falls from grace.
Fighting to survive we are lost.
In this jungle I run, I escape, I live.
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