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点击复制Metal heart beneath the city
its rhythm warm and deep;
faces glow in windows
where neon learns to sleep
A busker hums redemption
his coins are small amens;
commuters close their novels
and feel alive again
Graffiti quotes a prophet
“Be kind the world’s the same ”
A stranger smiles by instinct—
no reason just the flame
At exit air turns golden
the street smells sharp with fall;
sometimes salvation happens
with no one named at all