SLAVE TO ALL HE SURVEYS

An electric city it is my friends… surging through my reincarnated veins… blood flowing like fuel for the soul..sharp and purposeful.

Yoga mats and nightclubs… driven and relaxed…a paradox that rox even the loneliest wallflower.

I, adversely, feel like a bouquet of black roses plucked from the cracks in the sidewalk. Always in tune with the street and the high rise.

My eyes are the prize… a victory lap where everyone wins…for we all deserve today’s gifts of peace and excitement.

 

 

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