The City Inside Me

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There’s a city inside of me
which pirouettes brick by brick
every single time it rains.

The clouds of inevitable sorrow
have always tried to cloak its glory,
and keep it devoid of the celestial light.

But when the freshly bathed sun
shows up after its weekend nap,
that sorrow is rather quickly forgotten.

On a few overlong days of fresh-green youth
and on brief days of heartbreaking promiscuity,
these holey roads have taken me home safely.

This city now sleeps, under a leaking roof
which will fall someday, and under the debris,
you’ll find me and my lost identity.

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