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My Last Day In America

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.

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Published: May 18, 2010
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