This city pulsates energy.
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Concrete Respiration
This city breathes in chaos and exhales light.
Its pulse thrums under manhole covers,
in whispered subway confessions,
in the slow nod of the deli man
who’s seen ten thousand mornings.
It’s not just motion—it’s memory in motion.
Here, the past walks beside you,
and the future taps you on the shoulder
Neon Veins
This city pulsates energy—
like neon surging through glass arteries.
Every honk a heartbeat,
every footstep a fuse lit.
Skyscrapers lean in like curious giants,
whispering secrets over coffee steam
and siren lullabies.
Sleep is optional.
Dreams are not.
