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One hundred and three stories above a city With jagged edges and winds that cut With accidents that spill blood, Fires that deafen, Viruses that debilitate and exhaust, Dread overflows from the hearts and hands of the people who love their city, their home Distress enkindles compassion, defensiveness, attentiveness until help arrives, independence in those who know the responsibility of survival's continuum befalls on them, necessitating community protect community, beyond sleep-deprived eyes and peace-starved lungs One hundred and three stories and counting of lives that cross and coalesce above a city With jagged edges and winds that cut With people who stand and shield one another from the piercing wind Expecting nothing in return
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Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 10:56 PM UTC
The view from up here
One hundred and three stories above a city With jagged edges and winds that cut With accidents that spill blood, Fires that deafen, Viruses that debilitate and exhaust, Dread overflows from the hearts and hands of the people who love their city, their home Distress enkindles compassion, defensiveness, attentiveness until help arrives, independence in those who know the responsibility of survival's continuum befalls on them, necessitating community protect community, beyond sleep-deprived eyes and peace-starved lungs One hundred and three stories and counting of lives that cross and coalesce above a city With jagged edges and winds that cut With people who stand and shield one another from the piercing wind Expecting nothing in return
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21/Non-binary/Chicago
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 10:56 PM UTC
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