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She took me sight seeing The city of her heart- My hand clinched tight in hers. A celebration of eyes held tight. Our smiles bright, Navigating the twist & turns of the street. Champagne & beige buildings. The wind snapping between our faces. It was beautiful Seeing colors and shapes this way. A moment filled with pedestrian eyes. Our steps the very throb of the city. Of all the streets There was one rough patch. Of all the buildings, all the pretty lights. This one rough patch in the center of the street was my favorite. Though she hated it. It was my favorite part. To be honest I don't know what or why I was drawn to it. To me it just felt real. Night or day It reminded me of home
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Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
Sightseeing
She took me sight seeing The city of her heart- My hand clinched tight in hers. A celebration of eyes held tight. Our smiles bright, Navigating the twist & turns of the street. Champagne & beige buildings. The wind snapping between our faces. It was beautiful Seeing colors and shapes this way. A moment filled with pedestrian eyes. Our steps the very throb of the city. Of all the streets There was one rough patch. Of all the buildings, all the pretty lights. This one rough patch in the center of the street was my favorite. Though she hated it. It was my favorite part. To be honest I don't know what or why I was drawn to it. To me it just felt real. Night or day It reminded me of home
kewayne-wadley
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Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
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