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Dec 2013
This is a small/large
City
Made up of small/large
People
With small/large
Stories
And small/large
Secrets

Emptying their dreams
Out of
Apartment windows
While
Singing to the streetlamps
Till
They flicker off at dawn

We have come
Here
To grow/shrink
Our
World into something that
Can
Fill up a mind
Or
Fit between lips
Eliot Greene
Written by
Eliot Greene
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