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the city has resided within me / and they ask me of the streets i have lived in / so i pack two memoirs and a name in my bag / and i tell them that my art holds it all / that the urban trauma of my days still lingers / but my ache has turned to gold / so no matter where i go / this city will never escape my soul ~
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Poetry#314 in poetry [Aug 19, 2021] "A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it." ~ E. B. White.
