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May 2010
On my last day
In America,
Everyone I know
Was busy.
I had to pack
My things,
Call a cab,
Kiss myself
Goodbye.
No one would know,
I thought to myself
As we flew higher
In the air,
That here I was born,
Here's where I lived,
And here,
I swear,
I was loved.
Written by
K Prospect
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