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These citizens of slender figure
dressed in night and charcoal
are the ones who carry a heart of stone.
They dance in the crystal city
where towers vanish
where rain is a myth
and lilacs lose their color.
Factories with feet run over the streets
smoke clouds emerge from their mouths
their eyes smile as they tread on crystal woods.
The shadows keep up the routine
they work until they die
accumulating what they can’t carry away
in their fallen gazes there’s a reflection of a lake without depth.
This is just a sensitive world
occupied by creatures of stone.
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