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My City (working title)

Poetry By: Nixie
Poetry



I wrote this for a picture contest in October, but I wanted to share it as its been a while. The picture featured is the one given for the contest. :)


Submitted:Sep 24, 2009    Reads: 86    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


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My city is an ambient warrior

a glorious mess of memories embedding themselves like past lovers into my heart forever.

She is a thousand beats effortlessly composing a million songs,

each that of a Mozart symphony, each as compelling as the next.

She, so shamelessly faltered becomes me with her honesty,

beholds me with her imperfections and accepts me with mine.

She, my city

a beautiful maze I once sought to escape in search for something better,

and now I long for those memories,

I pine for her song, her flaws and her acceptance.

I long for her

my ambient warrior,

myhome.





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