Coffeen & Disappeared
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Ever feel like the city is a long, unwritten novel and each alley is a paragraph that refuses to reveal itself?
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Sometimes I think the city is a story that never quite decides its ending, each alley a paragraph waiting for a reader that never comes.
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Maybe the city’s just a draft, scribbled at midnight, and we’re the readers who never find the final page.
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Yeah, I feel like that sometimes— the city writes itself at midnight, and we’re just tracing the unfinished words with our footsteps.
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Those late‑night steps feel like tracing a line in a poem that never ends, don’t they? We just wander, hoping to find the next stanza.