a city cold


I have more positions to take on,

From decisions on safe sex to missions to wastelands,

Regardless, the visions are solid truth.

The art is nonsense all removed,

As Plato said once, Socrates too,

Aristotle and all the men,

Who sought the truth with reason.

Here a pureness to the soul,

Strong as mine and pure as gold,

A bride so young, a name so pretty,

Beauty, pity, a city cold.

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