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The wind blew cold Our hearts were warm Past buildings old We found our form And through the streets We found a pace moving our feet in that foreign place We were not told We'd grow to seek The wind blown cold Across a cheek But even so Things aren't the same We did not leave Quite as we came
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
New York City
The wind blew cold Our hearts were warm Past buildings old We found our form And through the streets We found a pace moving our feet in that foreign place We were not told We'd grow to seek The wind blown cold Across a cheek But even so Things aren't the same We did not leave Quite as we came
#life#thoughts#change#travel#city#nyc
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
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