you are a survivor. wrapped in iron and chrome, sprawled out on your back beneath a sky empty as canvas, you are art. you are music. the beat of the city thrums within you, calling you to shout, to stomp, to raise your hands up. some misunderstand you, but you—you are something special, hidden behind a stoic face, and you… you are beautiful.
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Inspired by lebornaciar's gods for the modern age. Sources.
I moved to Detroit this summer, and I love her.