peeped out
gushing traffic
neon lights
unwanted bottles
priceless persons going penniless
drunken in the smoke
lying around
and hardly someone
soaked into passion
people have forgotten
those people's only
and lonely support is machines
machines did not create us
and we created them
thereafter
the morning milkman
having a grudge on his scooter
getting late for bed
bye
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