Poetry: The city

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Friday, November 6, 2015

The city

Missing the weather, the people and the city The city where i was born and grew up A vague memory of it still remains inside of my core memory Fragments light up when I try to reach for these faded pieces Still smelling the warmth of the city The people and how good they were Nothing feels better... Sign in to see full entry.

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