I was in the heart of a city in its evacuated state,
Muscles all clenched as it stood stone cold in the night.
It was absent of the ambient warmth
That would save in the dirt and in the cheap plastic seats
From the roars and stamping feet it drank like blood.
This was a night out on the town
This was the quickly charging sound,
A lighting storm I had welcomed indoors,
Satiating and high above the floor.
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