It is in the evening that the city shows her true self,
Coffee stained cubicles release like minded individuals.
A panicking exodus through a sea of faces,
life against the grain. We are left clutching at idle straws that make themselves visible among the stigma of life.
Men and woman sit and sip cocktails in the evening light.
With gay abandon they discuss their shallow existence.
They lie, impress and succeed in their goal.
They awake in the morning with dull eyes and make-up stained pillows to return through the sea of faces.
Once again the pulse of the city.
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