the city smelled like anger
pavement sighed Hell's breath
naked trees of steel and stone
needles dripping meth
like water flowing to a shore
the sullen people flow
their damaged aching spirits ride
through rain and winter's snow
i join the throng of passers-by
inhale the fumes once more
and make my way toward the dank
and crevassed city's floor
if waiting for me were a joy
to make this trip worthwhile
i'd do it every day again
and wear that secret smile
alas for me no arms await
no children at the gate
i enter silent and alone
and curse Oppidan's fate
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