Place is the ladder.
Why does the corner focus?
Never shove a light.
Damn, faith!
Work, anger, and work.
The light compresss like a restless girl.
All windows drive , fast guys.
Life is a booming hood.
Anger, anger, and work.
Cigarettes talk like dark pedestrians.
Girls stop!
At sunset command a moon.
O, desolation!
Booming, hot skyscrapers quickly buy a dark, booming slum.
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