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It’s crazy how the smell of exhaust As I walk through a busy intersection Can remind me of you. Damp streets beneath my boots As headlights highlight my path, The smell of a city that never stops living And with each step I am one foot closer to you Light rain taps me on the shoulder And street signs greet me with welcoming suggestion Pointing me toward more familiar pathways Leading straight into the home I’ve made within your arms.
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
Busy Streets
It’s crazy how the smell of exhaust As I walk through a busy intersection Can remind me of you. Damp streets beneath my boots As headlights highlight my path, The smell of a city that never stops living And with each step I am one foot closer to you Light rain taps me on the shoulder And street signs greet me with welcoming suggestion Pointing me toward more familiar pathways Leading straight into the home I’ve made within your arms.
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
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