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Nov 2014
i no longer get drunk under the sun
in public parks where children play
talk to girls who get on their knees for fun
and fight boys who are more broken than me
i grew up in a city
with too many faces
for any one person to stand out
you grew among fields
and still to this day
i'm tortured searching for your face in the crowd
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