Waves don’t demolish her shore
She is rich, far too wealthy for me to reside
Never been a fan of turtlenecks and slacks
But I fit right in on its sand
The outlying suburbs I carried in on my shoes taint the city shine
She has her back turned to the slums
If you could even call it that
Venture over the bridge
This is where real life lies in wait
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