Berlin-Mitte
A #poetry thread
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Concrete, cars, cackles in bars,
islands of trees in rivers of steel.
Great thoroughfares: asphalt scars
across the city's heart that never heals.
High-rise towers, anonymous blocks
with tiny little flats β an egg-carton life.
Brutalist cement made of crushed rocks
housing young singles or an old ex-wife.
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