city not far from the valley
down in the valley
hand my head over
smell the wind blow
mist and shit
mountains
and lots of habitants
standing around lost in
their surroundings
floundering to guess the thousands of uses
uberellas have,
the red and blue cinderellas hanging on to winter.
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