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Empty Streets

The empty streets reek

Of a strange emotion

The mysterious impression

Drains the freshness of the air

Like the blend of cuisines

Leaking from a million weary pots

Dwellings are inclined

To keeping the knobs as are

Just like they should the dwellers

Hiding in the privileged dwellings

From the starving dark shadows

Passing by the reeking empty street

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