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Leaving the City Where He Lives
As the orange sun casts it glow upon this city
Standing
Majestic
In the light,
I accelerate, foot on the gas,
No longer shrouded by the cover of night.
I take one last look as it drops out of sight
Because it, like his arms, will never be home to me,
An old, familiar feeling that repeats freely
Like the columns connecting the overpass
And the waves beneath it as they kiss the grass.
