B.

Wind tunnels and secret passageways
I was warned the city might strangle me
and it’s true – I don’t know how to leave
the arms that hold me back, daily
have also been known to feed me
But for every shortcut I learn
there’s another hidden market
and a world of people who don’t know me,
not yet

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