.To Whom It May Concern,
The city is a beehive, it's deadly unfourtanetley simple. One million tree lined streets with branches like haunting arms. Your houses are tombstones built on reservations and self neglect. Now the windows watch your shadows fade.
You've swallowed your revolution. .
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