My soul, woefully honed on the city's whetstone
Hopelessly oblivious to a too familiar echoing drone
Daily roaming its concrete canyons ribbed with steel
Nature centralized, where one might escape one might heal
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I CAN FEEL THE 'CROWDING' DEMINISHING SPIRIT OF A COLD UNFEELING METROPOLITAN CITY IN YOUR VERY DESCRIPTIVE EMOTIONAL WORDS.