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The city.

i called him my city

and so

before our door closed shut,

he asked me one thing

why?;

"it is nothing close to the countryside" i said

"polluted,overpopulated

-filled with wretched souls and dingy structures

dusty air and noisy traffic

and yet;

ill always call it home"

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Written by
anshita-mehrotra
19 / F
Published
Sep 12, 2015
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#love#home#city#countryside
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