There is a city in my words,
the city that breathes.
There is a city in my words
and its winters and springs.

There is a word about my city,
the word that lives.
There is a word about my city
and its winters and springs.

There is a city in my mind,
the city that grows.
There is a city in my mind
and its desires and dreams.

There is a life in the city,
the city that bleeds.
There is a life in the city
and its blood and piss.


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