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echo of the jungle
jungle of the soul
a concrete jungle
my concrete soul
alone in the wilderness
of this concrete jungle
human faces peer at
me i am all alone
human skulls empty
rustling like straw
rustling like bone
my humanity sweats
under the cold glare
of the sun
my heart burns
my soul yearns
the cold stare
of a million dolls
hung up by strings and
i am not one
i row through
the jungle
i roll through
the streets
the streets of the
concrete jungle
the streets of my desire
and my nightmare
for life is a comedy,
and nobody is laughing
- Bobby Ren
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