Lost and found in this city of mine, maybe you'll end up walking on a mine. My city is bright and tight, you've goy aquariums, museums, attraction parks, local parks, parks in which you hear dogs bark. Maybe, while in my city, you'll find a happy, happy street. In my city, you'll see broken bones and lost homes, there are dead flowers, mad weathers, sad clowns, bad clowns, things that go round and round, things that never find their way around.
Maybe, if you're in my city, you'll get to be the friend that weakens me. Maybe, since you're in my city, you'll realize it seems, that you're the Mussolini that strengthens me. 'Cause in my city, things I love'll kill me. 'Cause in my city, things I hate'll keep me.
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My Songs And Poems (taking requests)
PoetryThese are songs and poems I wrote, they don't always rhyme, but at first I didn't plan to post them. If you don't like 'em, I don't want to know, I don't even care, so don't even comment if you don't like it.
