The High-Rise Hangover (Patreon)

In the quiet of the city's roar,

The balcony frame is bare,

A silhouette against the sky,

Hanging by a thread, almost defying gravity.

A daring dance with urban grace,

Within the embrace of red space,

A moment frozen in time,

As if all of life's burdens were left behind.

The city below is alive and bustling,

Yet up here, a sense of calm is trusting,

A solitary figure, yet not alone,

In the vast expanse of sky and stone.

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