Blind dog. Clean street (obviously not)
Cut trees //skies drowned in clouds. (obviously going to rain)

Old buildings. New fancy buildings. Invisible name written on them – M O N E Y

Banks. Bank accounts advertising.

Students. Sad. Meaningless.

Clothes. Girls looking at you for you to look at them. Look at me, I’m all (again) M O N E Y.

FREEdom of Spe(cies)ech.

Swearing people. Yelling. Punching.

Wind blowing up smoke.

Faded light.

City coffee. Coffee to go.

Bus stop. Another bus stop.

Heading home. Judgemental people.

Rich people. Poor people.

Ticking clocks.

Running seconds. Time (again) / money lost.

Days before spring?

These are the days //these days//

Before true spring.

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