A/N: I decided to write another poem and put it in here instead of a different document altogether. I think this one is more about the city. . .
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It watches itself
It watches with tantilizing whispers of displaced woe
Home to the minds of the right
and people not in their right minds
Steam and smoke twirl to form coded messages of warning
Warnings to the blind ears and deaf eyes of the mortal world
Danger lurks in evey building
every doorway
every sidewalk
Why would you want to live here?
Because it's home
Home is where the heart is...
...but what if you have no heart and only stone?
You'd move here
the city where hearts are stone or ice
the city where you cannot leave alone
the city with deranged dreams of happiness
the city of broken hope and distant emotions
The city called...
Gotham.
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