There's a bridge in Brooklyn. Stretched out, she waits.
One by one, she is passed by.
no attention is given
And there she is left,
just holding up the world
upon these metal shreds.
And why does she still wait?
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- The blue was once sea, the green was once grass. Enough said.
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