The City Knows My Name
In streets where strangers never stay,
Where neon lights outshine the day,
A heart can hide, a soul can flee,
Yet truth still hunts relentlessly.
Masks crack beneath the weight of fate,
No distance keeps the past at bay—
For shadows know the names we shed,
And chase us where our footsteps lead.
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Far Across the Country…
The city glittered like a jeweled crown—alive, bright, humming with romance and ambition. It was a place where lovers met under soft café lights, where dreams rose with every skyscraper, and where people reinvented themselves with the ease of changing clothes.
Eva stepped out of the tall glass building where she worked, the evening sun catching the crimson shimmer of her elegant gown. Her cherry lipstick glowed against her smooth skin, and her long dark hair cascaded down her back like liquid silk. She carried a sleek black handbag as she headed toward her white car waiting for her in the parking lot.
