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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #2216886
Pondering my city at dusk
How can one even be mad in the city?
When all you've ever HAD is this city...

Are you gonna run far far away?
Where there's nobody home, visiting the drones.
Like you're NOT

Still alone...

I find it easier now to grieve.
Under a city light
Over someone you've yet to meet but,

Just might...

I've grieved everyone the second our eyes part.
It truly makes the "human condition"

Less hard...

Awkward to thy and intimidating
without tie.
I walk the city.
My grief

And I...

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