Hello,

This is a deep write. . .

I think I'm over and out
^
a nice way of saying 'finished'
A bit hunger over as well
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did you mean 'hungover'?
I fail to adjust here down south
Live to play another day
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Adjusting to a new environment can make one feel like opting out. All in all a great first stanza.

In the middle of it all, after all, rise and fall
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nice alliteration, it helps the pace, grace the race...

Green eyed girl scope out the view, she loves to admire the universe
Kiss me on the cheek, turn me into a tiny creature
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I like the change in format. A cryptic message. A jealous girl who is able to reduce men to mice with a kiss, perhaps?

I fight law with the hillbillies,
hipster cult and blue-collar gangsters
New York city is soaked in fear
Trash boutiques - incendiary atmosphere
World wide, world wild fever
Brazen crimes fading mysteriously
She's got nasty leans, shows off her cut mini skirt
Over and out, through a microscope
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An intense life, a torrent of experiences within a city that never sleeps. This intensity is like being viewed, inspected with a microscope.

I think I must be over and out
In between cabin fever and fibromyalgia
I feel the need to cast away
Live to play another day
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The pain is physical and mental. A need to escape to find relief.

A very good poem here.

Take care,

Michael

This is excellent. What stands out to me is that every line says something important - there's no wasted space here. Well done and all the best,
Ben