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I feel like a ripple in the harbor. Throwing myself against the Hull of your chest. A place I used to call home. Not far from Beason liquid green caresses silt that has always pumped life into this broken city. A city where sirens and church bells sound the same if you just listen to the hum of floating taxis circulating you straight to the heart of a civilization learning to collect illumination. I drag my feet along E. Pratt listening to the whispers of our past, a quiet riot in the distance. Somewhere in this city a woman is taking her son's hand for the last time a brother is tanking his last free throw somewhere a daughter scribbles her name in side walk chalk one final time. These children were the city's flesh and blood. Fells point in their bones; a piece of Pigtown in every cell. We've learned from our mistakes that burning down convenience stores doesn't make life more convenient, but owning a gun does. What is the cost of protection when you're not the one paying the price? I hope that one day we will build upon the ashes and Light Street will burn bright again.
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
City Full of Charms
I feel like a ripple in the harbor. Throwing myself against the Hull of your chest. A place I used to call home. Not far from Beason liquid green caresses silt that has always pumped life into this broken city. A city where sirens and church bells sound the same if you just listen to the hum of floating taxis circulating you straight to the heart of a civilization learning to collect illumination. I drag my feet along E. Pratt listening to the whispers of our past, a quiet riot in the distance. Somewhere in this city a woman is taking her son's hand for the last time a brother is tanking his last free throw somewhere a daughter scribbles her name in side walk chalk one final time. These children were the city's flesh and blood. Fells point in their bones; a piece of Pigtown in every cell. We've learned from our mistakes that burning down convenience stores doesn't make life more convenient, but owning a gun does. What is the cost of protection when you're not the one paying the price? I hope that one day we will build upon the ashes and Light Street will burn bright again.
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devon-lane
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
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