sunrise.
the warm rays of sunlight pierce the morning mist
they smile at me kindly and say it is a good day
I stand on the high-rise, do you remember?
the time, it was a beautiful evening
of red was flowing, the tip glows every minute
among us are the 261 lonely souls
each with their own nightmarish
lives but in this high-rise, nobody knows nobody
everyone is alone
until we
because we both
have so, high-rise in that we are the only ones not only are
this is not a reason to smile?
yes, it is. zumindestbis
to
-sun
sunset. sparkle
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