There are trees beneath the grinding asphalt
You see them as you stroll, clammy hands in your pockets
Those windows in to the other dimension
The world beneath all roads and sidewalks
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Oooooh! this is so pretty, it must come from the poet. xD Keep writing! my lovely _Kyle