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Blacktop Epitaph

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The city exhales a/its/the sigh/breath/exhalation, a symphony of rustling/grinding/screeching tires against the smooth/grimy/worn surface. Above, the sky weeps/hangs/casts a pall of/over/across gray concrete and steel. https://requiemforadream.co.uk/
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