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Monday, June 16, 2025

The City

When I miss the beach
and woods
I go
I get my fill

But the city
is my love
my one true love
and I'll always return to her

The danger and filth
desperation and failure
I know them by name
and they know me

I'm not a strong swimmer
I can't hunt
I'm a talker
words my survival skill

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