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My steps are imperceptible
picking through these city streets…
My mind remains impressionable
to the grittiness this city keeps…
And I breathe in the smog
through the fog of misty dreams…
Each droplet like a log
of accomplishments they couldn’t meet…
Honking, blaring, fills my mind
and, to me, it’s like a bird’s song…
The city twists and turns and winds
and I inhale it all day long…
But my favorite place to go
after all is said and done…
Is the place where I belong
where you are, I call home…

Take care,
Dear Quiet
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