In metro hum, where steel and stone preside,
A bard steps forth, though not with lyre in hand,
But crowbar wielded, forceful, strong, and prying wide,
Parting the jaws of my rigid thoughts was unplanned
What you see is what you get, no veil to lift,
No masks to don, no illusions to uphold,
The truth, raw and unfiltered, cuts like...
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