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May 2019
swelling and leeching
on this street, was once
where I saw them fighting
and where we drank
and sat while others arrested.

To not be here would surely mean
that he’s giving up
in wondering what a city does for us,
flocking to the next big thing to grow
it out of proportion.
Written by
sgail
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