Every bit of what I see, I soak up like they are my needs for survival;  I take it in to make me feel whole. 

Each star dot-to-dot, I join, thieving the light from the sky. 

The trees, the grass I will smell.

Then no one can ever smell them again. 

The windows, the rooftops, the buildings, bottles, bins, buses and the yellow droplets of fuel that seep from their engines;

I will...

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