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Thursday, February 9, 2012

city in the northeast

Cold nights most the year in a den so snug
made it easy, too easy to sleep away the day.
Outside; a rhythm so fast;
syncopation- too much for my poor heart to beat.

Stone. Brick. Double Paned windows
would never break like me.
 
I ached to grow strong like the oaks that lined the street
oh city living, you made a wretch of me.

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