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The City

4.20.11

By JoRosePublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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It's a girl with a suitcase.

Three busses at a red light.

A cigarette to calm.

Strange glances from worlds away.

It's a fleeting beautiful face.

A chain that closes a park after dark.

It's a one way avenue that transposes a song.

A memory and a premonition,

hidden behind glass and blocked up a hundred stories.

Everything you could wish for between failure and attempt.

It's a heartbeat with the blood of poisoned gold.

It's larger than the life it holds and smaller than a coin on a cement stoop.

It's the white noise of scent

and a mile high meltdown of art.

A curse in the day and blessed by night.

Something to strive for and a dream to despise.

Everything and nothing at all.

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