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Garbage rots in the streets
A Catastrophe of decadence
Putrid waves of humid air
Radiate from its mass
Reach up to the passer by
Fill their nostrils with foul stench.
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Your bitterness is obvious. I felt the same way about London, which is why I left. You should check out my stuff - you may find something you can relate to.
