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To every city I give my gifts. They are basically wastes. The cigarette butts, my urine and stool rich with the gains from the city -the minerals and the salts, the food and the light. I give and they take I believe. They give and I take they believe. That's it. We are middlemen to each other. We live and we hate with spiraling frequency. I believe and we believe that the geometry and crime exist but then again we believe life exists in this beautiful life. So we are ok in this wavy world.
I believe that I wont remain young skinned in this world. Still there are prayers to be said to the lovely mother's eyes.