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he doesn’t remember when it started
it seemed so long ago
when it first began he was startled
but in time he went with the flow
those tiny bits of dissatisfaction
ground away at his fair deameanour
and in time it seemed his actions
were that of another altogether
the city never seems to be
the place of dreams country bumpkins see
when you stack […]

the world seems to end
a hundred feet away
distant rumblings are heard
but nothing can be seen
like a surreal video game
the horizon fades away
this day is not the same
this fog is here to stay