City Anonymous
In the city,
I walked pass you,
I wonder what is the story,
I wonder if it's really true.
Do you even know me,
Do you even care,
Again if you meet me,
Will you be there.
In the city,
We just a walking soul,
Is it better to have identity?
Will it make us whole?
In the City,
I don't even know your name,
What a pity,
I guess we are all the same.
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