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Aug 2010
So maybe you've never been broken-hearted
never walked away
or left another standing in your indecisive wake
as I have,
because that's what this city means to me.
It's a throwback
neutral ground
somewhere to pretend under the garish glow of undying light
that we're living in a cartoon
a scripted glimpse
just a portion of our perfect lives
bitesize
ample
because that's enough of you.
I'm not talking to you any more
I'm talking to the one I left behind
amidst bright lights and roaring traffic
to script another episode
for my next five minutes of fame.
I hope I never see you in this city.
Written by
Natt Rozanska
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